wine // a poem

in poetry •  4 years ago 

I'm not addicted to the wine
that warms me on the coldest nights
and fills up the space you left within me

I'm addicted to the past
and drinking, it helps me return there
was times were good,
when you were here

when the buzz of life
ran through me

ace / 04.16.20

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