14May

I see her in my mind’s eye.
Unable to shake her from my dream, but I am awake.
I push to the comfort of a few shots of the maligned spirit.
Emptying each glassful, as fast as I can pour it.
The image fades for a few seconds, but then it is back again.

What is this power she has over me.
Does it really exist. Or it is something I dreamt.
Each smile. Each gaze. Each crooked grin.

Part of me longs for the silence and peace.
But another part yearns for any attention she is willing to give.
I finally waste away into a deep calm.
And then another shot touches my lips.
I find peace.  At least for tonight.