shot

I can feel my shirt starting to smell of

Cigarette smoke and the late night breeze

Four souls being consumed by their desires

And we sat beside each other; and the bottles

Landed on our table, but not like it used to.

Something’s different, something’s missing

But I start to pour that bitter liquid

Down my throat; it felt like a rush

On a windy day, like a rain that came

But was never expected, like the way

You suddenly grabbed and held my hand.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles

We continued to gobble down those drinks

And everything else we’d rather forget,

Everything else waiting for freedom.

I steal a glimpse of you; I wanted to

Tell you right there and then: For all of the drinks

And the nights that we’ve had together,

Can we give us a shot?

 *July 2, 2011 

you remind me of October nights