The Aventurra Rip Cord was torn

You had no regrets

But the cold streets offered next to nothing 

Your breath was visible

I smoked cheap Italian cigarettes 

Like a wolf in the wild

Your eyes were beautiful in black and white 

You left me standing confused

I walked to a bar and ordered a whiskey 

Rye make it a double

The bartender dried his hands on a towel

And said nothing