today I went and bought a 6 pack
we had a blizzard rolling in so I
drove off and decided,
"my first legal buy", and some noodles.
and I looked at just about every 6 pack
the packaging, the price, the abv.
you were such a beer snob
and yet I loved you for it.
maybe I would've found any excuse to love you.
maybe that's what love really is.
I don't remember much of that month,
anymore.
but on your wall I can see
all of the things I bought and drank
when I felt loved and so much better off.
and for whatever reason,
the black sheep lager, I remember.
I wasn't with you, but I was proud of you
for it,
for picking it out.
maybe I would've found any excuse to like it.
maybe that's what love really is.
but anyways,
I kept thinking, which is never good,
that the beer was awesome
that black sheep was the height of summer
that black sheep brought me close to you.
each and every time I saw it on your wall
I thought
this isn't over
it happened
it's real.
well it was,
and it wasn't.
maybe that's what love really is.
but the beer
the black sheep
it doesn't taste at all
like I remembered it did.
like all your favorite beers, it is bitter.
like all unrequited, half-forgotten loves,
it is bitter.