17th Drink:Goodbye from a Stranger

And so I will waste myself away over time

so slow, you’ll never even know.

Not until you come breaking down my door

because you finally realized how long it had been

since you last heard from me.

There you will find me

peacefully upon the bed

a sad little puddle of mud,

built from the dust I faded into

watered by the tears that I never let you see.

I’m not sorry.

And I’m not afraid.