I'm too drunk off the air
Rolling out of your mouth
And the space between your lips. 

I'm too drunk off the anticipation 
My eyes receive as they 
Only know the language of 
The silence bleeding
From your dried lips.

I'm too drunk off the thoughts
I am making up 
In hopes that the words about 
To part from your lips,
Will grow me wings.

I'm too drunk off the sigh
Being the only thing 
Resurrected from our past together
Out of your lungs
...is that all that is ignited from our past?

So say something...
Before I become an alcoholic
On your stillness 
Forever clinging to your
Whiskey scent 
Promising me emptiness.