Friday, March 25, 2011

Another Please

I had too much to drink. On waking up,
I remembered how much it hurt to be without you.
With a blistering headache, and shattered heart,
I squander up for another gulp, and raise my bottle to you.
You may have shared bread with another,
But I shared a drink with the band.
I thought you were mine,
But may I ask for…
Another.

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