its nine am somewhere

whiskey and coke at nine in the morning

i have been taken down a notch again

alcohol mixes with guilt

mixes with my unwillingness to accept my

loneliness mixes with

the gray of the rain clouds over

head the water greasy in my liquor

glass shattered from trembling hands

i am hungover with the thought

of your mouth so close to mine

when did i reduce myself to a self

loathing pile of non chalance

easy answer

the day she left...