Again
you reach for the bottle
to fill your
empty glass.
Hoping
to forget everything
and,
searching for
comfort
you'll never find,
you toss back another
needing to feel the
warmth,
if only for just an instant.
Why,
if you know that
these moments of
contentment
will soon fade,
do you continue to
refill?
Why,
if you know what
it does to me,
do you continue to
drown yourself?
Does it fill your
heart
the way you used to
fill mine?
