My my, how things change in a year,
from going from no-one to one,
you,
Yes,
You, who I hold dear,
You are stuck between my teeth,
Fixed in my eyes,
You're making me weak,
My strength you're depleting,
I'm fading away,
Too quickly,
I'm groping,
Ostracised by a phantom,
He is real,
he hides inside my head,
He really is there,
He's lucky,
So lucky that I can bother to find the time,
to waste on one so dismal,
and so dark,
and then I remember times in the park,
hopping on stepping stones,
while hiding his bottle in my coat,
He's getting rather frisky,
As I hold onto his whisky,
Protecting his heart of gold,
inside my summer jacket,
You're not allowed to drink outdoors,
all  of his assets hidden under my clothes!
(C) Livvi