Scott Andrew Bailey – Author

By Scott Bailey © 2026

Those nights
    Hazy, noisy, filled with cheers and beers
They were amongst my fondest memories

Now those nights
    Are tinged with sorrow and guilt
They were the red flags we failed to see

Those nights
    Were the peak before the decline
What could we have said to save you?

In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt

https://www.threads.com/@malformed_poetry/post/DTSzXGmAnOe?xmt=AQF0kn4EzqdMFFhP0F4HBdFsZjtnz8RXes_0HFEfF4HYZ4BwL73g6stC9737y1yuwlApCSA&slof=1