Saturday, April 20, 2013

This is the point in the evening when I become very upset.

Five drinks in.

Five drinks in, it has become manifest.

She is still gone.

And she always will be.

She is...

She is nothing more than a memory now.

A set of memories.

A facet of my past.

Most likely remembered incorrectly.


Like most everything else.

1 comment:

  1. the more i drink, the more i miss all of him. shouldn't it be the opposite? never is.