Drunk woman stumbles around,  
enters the dirty bar.  
 
Outside the sun is hidden by the clouds,  
warm rain falls from the sky.  

She shakes her umbrella,  
splashing water on the faded floor.  

It's late in the afternoon,  
the bar is near empty.  

Her head hurts with a pain,  
but she doesn't sigh.  

Months to live,  
the drunk woman belly ups to the bar.  

The bartender stares,  
but says no word.  

He knows better to,  
for her wrath is deadly.  

Cripple man gimps slowly,  
enters the dirty bar.  

He is wet from the rain,  
because he has no hands free for an umbrella.  

Though to be honest he doesn't mind,  
rain never bother him anyway.   

His heart is light,
for he is to meet the woman.

He loves her so,
ignorant of her time left.  

Shuffling to the bar,  
he sits next to her.  

They chit chat and laugh,  
then piss and moan about world.  

Time passes in the bar,  
the woman seems to be not there.  

He asks what is wrong,  
and she says “it's nothing!”  

More time passes and night falls,  
the rain becomes cooler.  

They leave together,  
ready to go their separate ways.  

He asks her in the rain again “what is wrong?”  
and doesn't incur her wrath.  

While the woman is angry,  
she cools her fire within.  

Her time is short she tells him,  
his reaction is predictable sorry.  

She turns away from him,  
he lurches to give her a hug.  

The woman is in surprise,  
yet doesn't complain.  

The man tells her they'll meet tomorrow,  
to do something more fun.  

They talk in the rain,  
and agree to meet somewhere.  

Finally they go their separate ways,  
in the cool night rain.  

And the next months are better,
up to her end.  

The man left behind sheds no tears,  
except in his heart.