Friend, Lover, Executioner

I watch her make mistake after mistake
I stand by her bad decisions, indecisions,
and Indiscretions

I watch her drown too many drinks…
Who am I to judge,
When I’ve had just as many?

And I didn’t talk her out of going home
With a man (not her husband)
Who am I to judge,
When I’d taken her just the night before

And I’ll cover for her absence
While she’s in the sea drowning
Because her last request was for a line
And not a rope