bottom of the bottle

i drink alone now that you’re not here,

the high only peaks when i think you came home.

pouring my sorrow into empty bottles,

so i can drink again later,

continuing my search for an answer.

you're the only question mark in the book of my life.

Reviews

[Circe]

beautifully written!! I love the realism and melancholy.

[ashley]

thank you sincerely, circe!