Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Drinking, Addiction
The Night She Met Vodka
By Shiela May Baysa
She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight
An unsweetened courage in her hands
Moonshine and beneath
Are reasons to finish a drink
And in the middle of it all
Are dried up memories of some boy
She entailed to forget
For four long, long years now
Though cannot even begin to tear up a letter
Or even delete a plain, petty text message
An inbox still keeps even after series of
New text messages from hook-ups and dates
Which were deleted when she was done with
But it painfully seems– that to the deepest core of
What lays down her sanity, his souvenirs
Are her favorite words–
Feeding her, her favorite movies with a genre
That only him could make her watch,
Her favorite poems that only him is the crude
Intention of every line–
Needless to say, she dated a vodka
With filthy hangovers
Neither a coffee nor a broken heart can break
This night is he –
Hissing defences to return at ’93
Reveling in the bubbly fizz of what’s gone by,
Never ever meeting a greater one for
He was her favorite drink with no matters
Of how it will be every next day,
And all of the ice cubes, all of the alcohol,
All of the bubbles, all of the fizz and froth,
All of the hurt, all of the wrongness,
All of the changes, all of the ifs, all of the
Intimacy, all of the echoes laid down,
Are just going to never make her sober
For it was just this one faulty lifetime that she
Gets to meet a vodka,
A drink she only once had and only once had she–
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