In a drunken stupor
She spilled to me the truth,
She thinks of him, day and night,
Though she said she'd be with me
Until the end of time,
And now I find that this end
Is nothing but an hourglass
Grain after grain falling
And soon she'll be gone again,
Worse still that I can't see
This time that is fleeting
Fleeting away from me,
If I knew what was left
Would I suffer more?
Try my very best
To win her heart?
Or would I give up
Spill the contents
Of my almost full cup,
Let her go,
For I'll never know
Where I am in her sober heart...
© okpoet