I turn
and I turn
keep closed as I learn.
You and your path,
me and mine.
I've a thirst for amnesia
I drain the bottles, their emptiness rings like a shell in my cochlea
resounding with your breath, present, reassuring.
on those long winter walks to nowhere, our silent miles.
Those drinks only ever numb the outside,
blurring the lines
a smudge of a woman wandering through the night.
The inside is so very loud.
And so I turn
and I turn.
Closed for the night.
I place my eye on the lip and peer through the glass
my world, distorted.
Why couldn't my love save you?
I need to feel something new.