It's hard to write when things are going well. I used poetry as an escape from the madness and depression. Now that things are going well I find it difficult to write. But here I am at the bottom of a bottle, thinking about nights with you again. I'm happy with myself for once in what seems a lifetime but it doesn't feel the same without your smile in my life. I look at the moon and wonder if you are looking at it too. Chances are unlikely but maybe just maybe you'll glimpse at it and maybe just maybe you'll think of me.