Empty Glasses

I haven't had a drink since July 11th.

I'm in here listening to "Hold My Liquor" by Kanye West and with each pounding bass beat striking my ear, I can feel myself breathing that deep thought:

The one when you're going to the edge.
Where you see that tipsy line.
You see that you passed it a long time ago.
It's a line made of shadow, cast by the Sun,
but it's dusk now.

An overhead fan whisks around, watering my eyes to a blurred vision.

Need one. Now.
More than ever.
Anything.
Even absinthe.
I hate absinthe.

All those times,
previous,
are memories. Faint, yet sweet on my mind.

Sweet because when I return....
I'll breathe it all in again.

Deeper.

Fall in love all over again, with someone I never really knew.

Later Days, Longer Nights