Better Be On The Way...

Six months has passed emptied the E&J from my glass.. glazing through hue shade glasses... reminiscing your fragrance my nostrils last scent..... met, love, left our memories are past tense. Performing art swiftly with style above these parallel lines my heart declines each time my pen edges the red line... It becomes depressing when your breast and my chess aren't compressing viewing a faded portrait with creases through your expression.. Til then.. It's just me and my depressant drowning in my liquor of thoughts til I am content.. Better be on the way I can't stay here...Where the fuck have my cold chest went.. melted in ablaze of utterance that we once vented.. Intoxicated to sought my submarine thoughts. Pondering maybe all of this is my fault! I'm the one who brought the mass of alcohol and drank until I couldn't walk and now I slur when I talk.. The doctor mention Cancer.. I spoke my lady name she wouldn't answer..she was paralyze from the doctor answer.. she disappeared through the thin air like Prancer.. that was the last time I seen her.. I left her this letter titled "Better Be On The Way I Can't Stay Here. I know my alcohol addiction became a problem,and it created a equation we couldn't solve. You always hollered at me " baby please can you not drink today" and I would reply yes babe not today, but I can't promise you tonight. Laying in the hospital bed congest of thoughts with regrets. Some people don't get second chances,and I am one of them. My first I failed ruin all the chances I could have had. Babe I've cried for an entire month and haven't cheerfully smiled since you departed. Getting tired I get up and finished in the morning and get my nurse to send you this letter tomorrow. ... The Author died. - Anonymous