The one that got away...

Mired in the worries of life
Respite from mundanity.
Inebriated,
Intoxicated,
InVulnerable?
The angry words,
The meek answers.

When did company come with a glass?

Desperate times and disparate views
Lacking coherence.
Without so much as a goodbye
The one that got away.
Again.

The dust has settled.
I look around.
Alien as it may be.
This sense of loneliness engulfs me.


XOXOXOXOX