I looked for you..
at the bottom of every empty bottle.
I lined them up and waited
for you to reappear and swallow.
I knew you had a secret stash
a different bar I didn't know.
But still I sat here wishing, thinking,
maybe you'd come home.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
I looked for you..
at the bottom of every empty bottle.
I lined them up and waited
for you to reappear and swallow.
I knew you had a secret stash
a different bar I didn't know.
But still I sat here wishing, thinking,
maybe you'd come home.
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