Alcohol and tobacco
fun times and friendly friends,
sounds like this is it,
where I do not want to be.
But to see truth for truth
means so much more
than invisible ink scratching
words never meant.
Messages never sent
intended to but lost in the scent
the smell of you
so clearly cleansed.
Clean bed sheets and memories
gradually and grudgingly
given over to new
memories formed.
But there is no one here
with whom to share
and no one to care
just loneliness tugging on strings.
Drawing closed and pain filled
thoughts and reminders
of you
and all that has been lost.
No matter the cost.
