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