I’m feeling the longing, the draw, the reminiscence, the taste, the sucking desire of escape, into the throws of a day done hard, the forgetting and letting go of the stuff, that sits on shoulders bringing them low. I’m carrying a world sober as I go.
Herbal teas throughout the day, chinnotto to celebrate a production on its way. New friends look across at me and wonder if I’m in disguise, “the man’s not drinking…what is he trying to hide?”
Restless nights and so long days, the not drinking’s not the struggle it’s the revealing of me. The mask has fallen my face is in the light, my eyes are blue, my mind is free, yet I’m stuck going over who I’ve been.
People poured wine tonight, they drank a glass – I’ve never done that it’s always been a vase. I was the skipper I drove everyone home, I was sober and asking to be pulled over.
Now it’s bedtime, snuggle town awaits, all is quite the nighttime sleeps.
I’m away from my groovers, my lovers by their side, I’m closing my eyes feeling a father full of pride.
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