in the moment that the wine tastes too good-
i remember when the moments lasted
far too long- when there was no line
to separate my heart from my lust
and back again- in the moments of night
when the mountains linger in my mind-
in those quiet corners of my heart- i know you are there-
are here, sitting with me- gazing out-
reaching out- holding me.
i smile in these moments. small and few
but enough to let me know it's okay
that i'm not who i was to you- it's okay
that i've let loose my grip on the bottle- the passion
doesn't fade without the misuse of substances-
the passion doesn't end or die
just because you say goodbye.
-a.
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