ebb tide

 

nothing is that simple

swirling in each and every frosty glass

along a barren shore of emotions

succumbs a night

soon to be swallowed

by the great sea of loneliness

whose deep waters carry away

all that’s left of the real you

leaving behind neon lights

and empty glasses

a conflicting gravitational pull

constantly struggling

as you stumble along

still wishing

that the moon

was your friend