Lost:

 

This book.

I can't stop

                       thinking;

                                          falling

back

          to those caffeine-

fuelled nights

reading,

                 writing,

                                 reading.

Your brain sparked

                   by nicotine

      loosened

by alcohol.

Mine,

           blurred

dull

          as January sky.

 

You taught me metaphor.

A sharp short-circuit of emotion

you don't need to understand.

 

You taught me pool

And how to skip

                                stones;

the world spun on vodka-

spiked

             Diet Coke

and light-headed lungfuls

              of tobacco.

 

I miss you.

The morning runs, the evening

pints,

the random texts and writing

checks

              but more

I miss

               your bloody hugs.

Published by Alex Anderson