The drip from the sink with it’s slow moving drum beat
The rain outside on the streets and the cars chasing by to ad to the rhythmic barrage of music filling my mind full of memories and my eyes full of tears
Another Sunday morning hitting me like that ton of unread books sitting in the corner
I’m never too far from a bottle
Or a pipe
You’d think I’d learned my lesson after Scott left us
You think I’d thought twice after you left me
Sober eyes and sober thoughts
It’s easy to stay clean when you make every attempt to stay out of the gutter
That’s where my mind likes to sleep at night
On a bed laid with satin
Under the glow of the full moon light
I lost my soul to the stories I tell
As you drifted far from my mind
Copyright Tanis Justice 2018
