Down

i write this now
as my brain swishes
beneathe by crown
as my vision sways
with the teetering room
i miss you
now
i missed you
then
and i’ll probably miss you
when my mind comes back again
because there’s no amount of booze
that could get rid of you
or your laughter
or your grip
but i take another sip
or two, or three
cause you know me
i was never the one
to give up easily

– B. Brown

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