Sunken
Once
upon a time, not me
Never ever, would it, could it, have been
me
There were the days of the liquid lunches
Happy hour
sometimes stretched out to three
Early to every party, always
the last to leave
Remembering didn’t seem to matter
Up
every night until every friend had been drained
Best, only the
best passed these lips
Days got missed, nights got longer
One
by one to the last drop by drop
The haziness got deeper, the slope
grew steeper
Happy became horror, relief a numbing stupor
Eyes
tight shut as everything slipped away
Needing only to find that
long time friend
Only now it isn’t the best, what ever can
be found
Dropping down, dropping off, dropping dead
G.R.
Hambley
24/11/2013