the alcohol hits my empty stomach

the fire there reminds me of what we once had

the dull ache in the back of my throat a double entendre for the crying i’ve been doing recently and the cheap ***** i drank like water after days in the desert

my fingers reach for your name or your hair or your body or anything to comfort me right now but you’re not here

not in body, not in mind, not in spirit

the alcohol hits my empty stomach as i sway to the song of memories we made

memories you’ve forgotten