Thoughts

I stare blindly into an empty glass, the last dregs of bourbon reflecting my lined face, distorting it,

....just as time distorts my thoughts of you...

.....oh sure they were good times. Times when we both thought would never end....

.....distorted.....

.....but I digress. Another bottle of bourbon empties as I refill my glass, a sip and then a deep mouthful finishes it....

.....smooth....

.....and I say to myself that tomorrow's another day (same as every day now you're gone).

......I turn and make my way upstairs, not quite as steady now, but it's okay, the alcohol has done its job and I'll sleep tonight...

......forget the thoughts. I fall onto my bed, dishevelled and forlorn. Sleep quickly comes, thankful peace (just for tonight)....

..... No more.......thoughts of.......you.