Over head he smiles

I only know because I feel his warmth

The alcohol has caused a blur

My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs

I’m thirsty

I’m hungry

But I’m too intoxicated to fix either

Maybe I should have left the bottle alone

Maybe this is my life and how I want to live it

“Fuck it” I spit

And reach for the bottle

Just one last pour

A sloppy drop wilts into the bottom of the glass

Such a lonely drop

like his smile from the heavens

I sit back

rub my grumbly tummy

And smile from his warmth

-Saschia