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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


I listen..
You come..
Dozing off..
On me..
Leaning forward..
Like a poser.
I chose..
To speak.
Your cheeks..
Getting colder.
Eyes seek..
Only me..
Dropping awkward..
Breathing sober.
I held..
You held..
No words..
Stare aiming..
When I couldn’t..
You stood up..
Walking straight..
Cease to..
Look back any longer.
I waited.
You were..
Absorbed in never.
Not sure..
If that was clever.
But drapes..
Made it cover..
Well enough.
Now when..
Trickle down..
My soul gives..
Them a..
Distinct color..
Shaping closure..
Pushing myself..
Into cynosure.
To begin again.


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