Empty Memory

A golden line from the left over rum

circles the bottom of the tall see-through glass

that was nestled within your

hands on the kitchen table.

Flashes of memories,

of the nights coming home to

a home-cooked meal

made by your lover

then while eating,

you two tried to imagine

what the old 90's style kitchen

would look like

once you were finished renovating it.

Swerve around the half empty bottles

that covered the still outdated wooden counter tops.

Photo's of the family

and the years that you and her have spent together

lay face down.

These were once the memoirs

that made your heart beat twice in a row

now they taste bitter on your mind.

The glass breaks

shards fly

Everything you touch surely dies.

Get a new glass

fill it with rum.

Take a sip,

your mind is a swirling pool of alcohol.

It's been a month.

Every day starts out the same.

Hanged over from the past night,

vow to get rid

of all the alcohol within the house

go to a drug and alcohol meeting

and maybe find a better job.

But every night ends with

the trace of the weapon

that was used to numb your mind.

Getting up from the kitchen table,

you had your fill of liquor

for one night.

Making your way to bed,

you stop to look at the one photo

that was still standing.

It was the first photo

that was taken of her.

Then you continued walking.

Just another empty memory.