Half way through this bottle

Some sentimental feelings, nostalgia

Lay soaking amidst hazed memories

He seems to only recollect during inebriated liberations

Sedated, the retrospect of collective thoughts linger by him

Non-existent

But a strong brew will have him confused

Obscuring lines he vowed he’d never cross

Like all his other promises

Broken, mutilated

This time he fell too far into the allure

Seduced by the temptation of remembering

By a thirst-quenching spirit

He knows he’ll regret come morning

For the moment, however, he takes in every ounce of her

Intoxicating, the taste she leaves on his tongue

Memories he will blackout into when the world rains down on his shoulders

When he’s in search of some kind of escape

Knowing he can only escape into her

Just as soon as he gets half way through the bottle