SOoo,...it's popcorn for dinner...
...how the gin soaks up the hours...
scouring some words...
To/bring/an/end
The END
{no epilogue required}
...To the aching spaces in my marrow
The Binding/Cinching
across.my.chest
...the natural consequence;
every time I think your...
Name.
Because the whiskey won't do
O
R
the wine or the smoke
...it's just me
~And my dog~
...wondering...
what is to become of me.
And
I was f  i  n  e  before I found you,... how-we-wish
you'd come
...Fetch me.