Nova Scotia

i watch the objects form in cloudy skies a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes so i pound a shot down punch my arm and set up a new round till me, myself and i cant concentrate the clouds conspire to show me what i miss hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss her the wind blows drags her nose through her forehead like a horn grows the omen clear but years too late nova scotia's so damn cold yeah i moved here to give her space drinking stoli to kill my theres not enough to lose her face memory she poisoned our hometown so i moved a half a world away where frozen winter chokes the color leaving black and white and gray