She was a drunken draft

She was a drunken draft
of what their life together would be like

She hugged herself and danced,
dizzily,
looking so alone
that nobody dared to enter the space

Their conversation was a silent scream,
the untold story of faded dreams
forgotten before they were created

He listened without hearing
for he had not heard it
a thousand times before

His state was a sober one
an invoice
of their life together

6 thoughts on “She was a drunken draft

  1. Stephen

    Wow, for me this is a provocative poem about loneliness. I remember the allure of alcohol when my relationship was falling apart and feeling something similar to this between elation of escape of emptiness of an incurable loneliness. Thanks for stopping by the Go Dog Go Cafe and sharing with us today!

    Stephen

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