Pretty sure
I drank too much
At your funeral.
Snowflakes were
Falling softly
On your coffin.
Watched them
Etch your death
In roman numeral.
I etch them
Into my thighs
Too often.
With my
Whiskey breath
I learn to soften.
I sink with you.
6 feet deep,
Yet unforgotten.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
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