does it slowly bubble up,

like water over drains?

is it dawn upon a white-room wall?

will it sway like our legs,

in a dying day?

a loving word,

lifting curses from a loved one's lips?

is it backroad watered dirt,

under a moonless night,

revived by the morning light.

a chipped tooth,

in another drunken fight.

or the thought to lose that loving sigh.

that treat such broken men kindly.

such millennial grief,

yet i cant forget what it means:

a good morning or good night,

another song you want me to sing,

the words 'here' at my doorstep,

simple moments that i cant forget.

'have a good day's' at work.

or you asking for a shirt.

but i sure miss you when i hurt.

the first night i kissed you,

an eternity, i have missed you.

i wish i stopped when i could,

early jokes, how i would marry you,

in a crowded wood.

call it a life,

that life would have been good.

but the stars still miss you,

and the moon adores you.

not as much as me,

with my drunken words,

and my shaky knees,

a dying fiend.

that hopes to see,

the one he loves,

before she leaves.

a small insanity still holds me,

but i wrangle less for you.

i breathe a little more,

a slowly closed door.

soon the ice will coat the frame.

safe and sound, sometimes tame.

i pray the day i lose your name.

some nights i still burn alive,

that silent illness i survive.

alcohol already there,

before you arrived.

i carry you where i go,

our first love throes.

a future i will never know.

i still cry beneath each fired glow,

bright eyes you used to show.

i'll still love you,

when your love goes.

every night I drink,

i want to die,

but i never do.

i always just wake up.

once,

i would have held the heaviest stone.

to have your love, so strongly sown.

instead i had to let you go.