i remember slipping into a whiskey induced slumber,
and nestling my body next to yours.
i buried my face into your broad shoulder.
i clung to you like i might fall over –
and it was true, i was falling.

my common sense and reservation
took the back seat to complication.
we drove off in your jeep,
on the dark and deceiving road
of mixed feelings between friends.

i hope it's not a dead end.