The knob is faulty
and my door is noisy
My room is dark
but there’s light in the street
I’m no alien to this sight
My eyes give me light
I stroll in this dark,
bottles welcome me as I kick against them
my way of saying ‘I am back’
I pull my shirt
and make for the bed
with shoes still on
and belted pants
there’s ash in the tray
but no stick to light
I reach for a gum
and feel a cork
I sit upright to take a gulp
My throat burns
but I smile
It’s been six weeks since you left
my face hurts from the heat of
your last breath
my heart’s shattered
that car crashed it
The pills don’t work
so I do everything the Doc’ said not to do
Like alcohol, cigarettes and stress
Hoping that someday I’l write you a poem
with first verse like
“eventually, I made it go away”
I’ll never be able to face you
when you come out of me
Someday I’ll join you
maybe then,
we would make babies



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