Of all the men I’ve ever loved,
I don’t know who I miss the most.
Or if I even loved them at all.
Am I capable of that?
A New Year’s Twist, a resolution missed.
I find myself in another lover’s arms,
Complete without bliss.
Sacred trusts and cheap grocery wine.
Empty bottles and people, but one hell of a time.
Sugar, you don’t know how stand up you are.
Famous last words from a gentleman afar.
How could you love this hot mess I’ve become?
Because you hang the moon, love.

1/1/2016