I am trying
To breathe
When it doesn't hurt
I want to forget you
And remember you at the same time
Tears have taken residence in my eyes
My heart has sent distress signals
I don my Sunday best and head to the confessional
All this grief equates to at least a drop of liquor
I still haven't figured out why I treat myself
To celebrate the passing day
How I got out of bed and made it out
Or mourn that every confession is about you
Even when it's not
And I don't want you to be gone
Yet so much a part of me anymore
My head spins
My smile remains
And I order
Pour it all in my name
The night is almost over
I must end it as the sinner
I have a confession to go to in the morning
I drink for the unjust way she left me
I drink for it's all I have left
I sit stone cold sober
And I tell the priest
That I think Icarus died
With the sun
Still clenched in his palms