Neck

A poem about using alcohol to cope with loneliness.

There is precisely one neck
that welcomes my embrace
I may not be perfect,
but to them I'm no disgrace
Its' always different colors
but the warmth is always there
Bitterness is a small price
to feel like someone cares
If there are enough kisses
eventually the world slows
Though they can't become my missus
All that matters is the time goes
There are no dinners to be had
Nor trips to be taken
I've traded that all away
to stop my heart from breaking
I prefer a neck that isn't cold
that's not up for debate
I just often meet someone special
and feel like I'm always too late

Author's Note

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