- sometimes you lose yourself
in the middle of a
talk with friends who wish
to come to your
succor
they'd say they are concerned
and show their love on that drink
and stories about other people's lives
as examples of bitterness turning
otherwise
about how love cures a broken heart
about how one must rise to a fall
and be whole again
courageous to face the storm and
the usual trials
you oblige with attentive listening
but for how long? you measure it
with the cups of coffee, saucers of
peanuts, beef loaves, barbecue sticks,
and those long-necked bottles of gin
and slices of lemons and pinches of salt
and then all of them are drunk except you
who still thinks
sober still, clear as cellophane bag,
you begin to travel alone in your thoughts
far far away
trying to reach still the one you love
but who never loves you still.
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