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I smile as my hands
grace your cheek.
Your skin smooth and
soft.
You smile one of those
Wide and somber smiles.
I wipe the tears off my cheeks.
You look so beautiful in that casket,
If only you weren’t an alcoholic.
the title is alcoholism spelled backwards, a play on the word as alcohol is what makes you drunk, causing you to slur your words.
We go together like the moon and the sun.
like yin and yang.
like the petals of a flower.
like the wings of an angel.

but the moon and sun only touch once.
yin and yang can tear.
the petals of that flower can die.
and the wings of what used to be an angel can taint.

you and me are not meant to be.
men and men shouldn't love each other.
Our fingers intertwined
Our breath matching.
The feeling of your head on my chest.
The comfortable silence.
Is this love?
I don’t want this feeling to fade.
I think I love you.

— The End —