The first glass was one sip…
burned straight to the throat, ignoring the lips
and the tip of my tongue
passing over words that have been
stuck there for years
and drowning the ache
like so many unsober tears
the second more slowly
to savor the sorrow swelling my mind
subconsciously dying
killing a cruelty that kindness
can’t cure
purifying a pain
that will never be pure
and all those that followed were never remembered
amnesia unwillingly killed that last “good” December
cherished words, and childish warmth
fireplace fantasies and a keepsake kiss
undressed progression would culminate
into that night of forgetful bliss
memories swallowed, digested and gone
unreal; un-recalled as they were lost all along
it wasn’t that long ago, they were distinct and detailed
now a runaway train of thought- distraught and derailed
and the glass slipped from my grip and fell to the ground
with the sound of an overthrown baseball you just can’t get back
and with one final inebriated tear, I took my place upon the tracks
and all those forgotten friends, faces, people, and places
were seen on the wall; like an old 60’s style
school age head-trip filmstrip – when the headlight
projected my life as it flashed before my eyes…
one last show before I say goodbye
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