we had another one poured

before we got bored

before this got old,

because we weren’t sold

on the idea of spending time together.

she tried to downplay the tragedy

of loosing interest

with some much needed humor and laughs

ingenius

but no genuity.

I had memorized the pattern of her words

before she even reached in the depths, for them

for I was so bad at expressing feelings

I just used sounds and hugs

but hers came at a surprise.

And then we had another one poured

searching for the gold

that we once found in each other’s hearts.

But the rush hour was done

and the Cali weather was a mirage.

Her mind was a mine

that required time

but I was getting all sweaty and suffocating

in that deep cave.

Smoke and her breath gave me a black lung.

We had another one poured

I have sought it to be finally over.

But the breathless charm

had done my heart some harm

and I was swept away.

Never was a creep

but every time you’d breathe

rationale would pass out,

yet when I had some space

I would regain my face.

Along with freedom of thought.

We had the final one poured

I was always taught

to avoid strangers.

And I didn’t recognize you anymore

the mind had its share

but the heart especially sore.

It was time to let you go

the liquid flow, with which you’ve passed through me

gone along the Riviera of the undoubtedly beautiful past

where we just aren’t present anymore.

Sorry.

With love from the mad drunk.