Once Upon a Bar
A chance meeting 18 years ago
I remember our debut night,
instant spark at my first hi.
Our future wasn't why we talked
or drank and flirted until last call.
Now: marriage, kids, mortgage, fights—
but I wish again for love's first heights.
You whisper sweetheart, and I feel delight:
echoes of déjà vu tonight.
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Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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Absolutely beautiful poem and so indicative of real life. I wonder how many people this pertains to. Well Done!!!