How can you say i walked away
when you just stopped walking?
Side by side. Together. Remember?
Maybe it doesn't seem so now. As it
seems you've forgotten how we
found each other in that cold winter.
On that bad bed in that fucking cold room
as i was drinking myself to hell,
for reasons i could never explain.
still you found comfort in that drunk
and that bed, keeping warm flesh to flesh
as i scribbled words between sessions
as you slept soundly next to me,
so afraid to be alone,
but you always seem to focus on
that i had to escape in that hot spring.
Tired of sleeping on that floor. Still drinking
and in need for a way to get out. Be more.
So i replaced you with another place,
time and yes, happiness, while you
remained where you were. Lost.
But, fuck, anytime you want to have a
drink and talk about it. Call me.
i'll be there. Misery loves company.
Especially when it's worse than its own.
Especially when it comes from the source.
Especially when it can get up,
pointing fingers that probe into
two lost lovers broken souls,
touching us as a distraction
only to then allow us to sneak out,
walk away, while trying not to remember.