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Drink Alone!

Death of a friend!

By Jennifer CooleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Drink Alone!
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~ Drink alone ~

I clink my glasses

I drink alone,

I laugh

at the war of wages

and the stages of life

that I see aren't nice,

No -one strong enough

to be in my life

to take the stand

my life demands.

The price you pay

to win first place

for what they won't listen to

from me when I speak,

No matter what I say as true

it's the curse of being blue

The difference between us

and what we do.

I clink my glasses

I drink alone,

I sit before you

judged with an empty view

I know not what to do

I don't want to be a part of this mess

but I haven't the strength to change

what's due,

So I drink for two

sad over where your not

and what I can't do,

the future doesn't look so nice

divorcing the feeling

of the ring in my mind

and `Once' upon a time;

that I felt as bold on your finger

it sings I'm missing you

leaving me to wonder

about what you'd say to me

if we weren't already family,

and a moment like that

if it could have happened at a time

that fit both our realities,

so I sit here divorced of

the feelings of where my life isn't

leading...

stuck in a realm with an honesty

I know that only `you complete'.

A dance shared

my feet on your toes,

over a moments time

that can't be compared

paradise what's that?

for what we've been denied

how do we get by

over what we can't ignore...

so I just keep fighting it back

`you' the one who mastered my act,

the trouble my life always lead me in

and you alone

always being the one to chase

it down;

without ever asking

where I had been,

because you new it was trouble

and it was sin I was in.

Always playing double,

by the look in your face

and the shine not in your eyes,

for the love torn from

both our lives...

Life's not been that kind

leaving us staring out of windows

all there is to view,

life on the earth

living without you.

So I clink my glasses

and drink alone

and laugh at the difference

of our understandings

and what we shared

When we were just `old' enough

to know:

Drinks for two!!

sad poetry

About the Creator

Jennifer Cooley

I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!

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