I hoped you choked on the words that kissed that bottle
You were there time and time again.
Too many times, I’ve lost count.
That chair now has a dent in it.
Your smell still lingers around, making it hard to breath.
My eyes fill up with tears, once I think about it.
Or even about you.
Sometimes I even see your “spirit†sitting in the same exact spot, still watching TV holding a bottle in hand.
There was always something that kept me close to you.
But I still wonder what???
