It’s
3AM and the darkness is still
How
I got home I have no clue –
By
the porcelain god I kneel!
I
thought, “Why kill yourself?”
Because
whiskey is my friend:
(Remembering
the night, she left!)
I’m
always there until the last call –
Drowning
her memory with Jack,
Was
it love? Hell, I don’t recall!
I
can’t remember being so sick,
But
I’m sure I’ll do it again –
Drink
less – now that’s the trick!
It
was not my fault – she just left,
And
I’m stuck here with myself!
Thomas
Theophilus© February 18, 2026
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