That means something
The Man, piss drunk, more than happy to hold his woman's hair back
While her body rejects an entire bottle of red wine
Comforting words, comforting actions, from and for the sick of heart with a sick stomach
Did he, with that handful of luscious hair and kind words on his tongue, ever stop to wonder "Will I ever Love another, as I've Loved you?"
Of course not
There was never supposed to be another
But the next day, along with the hangover, eventually comes despite your wishes
Along with the memories
Of Her banging on the door
Of you yelling you're fine
Of not wanting Her to see you at your worst
Of saving face
Drunk and childlike, fast asleep in Her arms, those arms that seemed like they could've wrapped around the world
My world at least
In those arms everything was right
A Mother rocking Her Son to sleep
That's all that's ever been wanted
That's all that's been longed for