I had begun drinking heavily

At the thought of my life without you.

Time slowed down, to eternity

As I was now lost, wondering what to do.

The days stretched onward

In my abbreviated, inebriated stupor.

Thoughts stop, not going forward.

My thoughts stumble, fall to the floor.

I had another drink.

The glass lovingly caressed my lips.

My mind lost, on the brink,

All that was left was in my finger tips.

10/12/1981

Posted on 12/26/2006
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