Drunken Phonecalls

 Undoubtedly

You will never forget

The times I called you

Pissed out me head.

 

The howling dipsomaniac

Slurring down the phone

With threats of suicide

I could never see through.

 

But Christ it’s hard

So very, very hard

Just to exist

Simply exist

Knowing that you’re alive

And that I can no longer see you

Knowing you’re with others

And no longer want me.

 

Due to you,

And your endurance

For a new life

And your quest

For a fresh start

A clean break, from me…

 

I now sit in pub corners

Sipping at beer

Alone, solitary, bequeathed by fear

Watching other lovers

Hurry off to their homes

While I wallow in pity

On what I have lost…

 

I could say I love you

But it wouldn’t change a thing…

I should say I’m sorry

But it enhances my tears…