Drifted, far away…

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