she likes to drink alone

she likes to drink alone.
winter is best
when the leaves have
unclothed
the trees.
when the moon is ice.
when the soles
of her feet are cold
against
the floor.
she likes to drink alone.
her hand
curled around
the stem of a glass,
the light dim
in the window.
the sting and comfort
of it going down.
it helps ease the pain
of yesterday of
today, the slow crawl
of tomorrows
yet to come.
she likes to drink alone.
so you let her.