The Woman Like Me Down The Hall Poem by James McLain

We were both undiagnosed with loneliness,
both of us, heavy of heart.
Alcohol was her best friend, it was easier that
way for the both of us.

I knocked on her door quite a lot and when she
opened I was never surprised.
That she would answer it in her panties, pink
and green were are favorite colors.

She had never married and hadn't any children,
having lived our lived in the south.
Sloppy we were waiting for dark, hiding the
truth from the light.

Life was for the woman down the hall waiting
for me,
waiting for love, both of us having heavy suitcases
filled full of issues that neither could let go.
Untill death showed up to pry us apart.