One glass more won't hurt him it's just to drown sorrow,
He knows he may come to regret it by morning tomorrow,
But he lost his girl and he feels alone and so ashamed,
He'd spoken in his sleep of his desire and she wasn't named.
Now she's left after the mother of all arguments so bad,
The ones you know don't ever end well just make you sad,
When everything you cruelly say in the heat of the moment,
You later spend your time regretting and trying to forget.
He'd decided to be honest didn't want to lie anymore,
No sooner out of his mouth she was heading for the door,
He might have guessed reality cut like a jagged knife,
But he'd never envisioned her ever as a loving wife.
He guessed now they both know just where the other stands,
All that time lying to each other whilst holding hands,
It was just affection and lust mixed to make it pleasant,
Not the love of fairy tales which they both deserved in the present.
Yes another drink would make it more pallitable he hoped,
As towards the idea of going solo he slowly blindly groped,
He had never lived alone someone had always been there,
It's as if he needed reassurance when for himself he didn't care.
Sad truth is he'd rather have someone than nobody he guessed,
Which left wondering how he became so singularly unimpressed,
What wrong path had he turned down to be so shallow?
Like his fifth glass it was now getting harder to swallow.
His parents had taught him how to be self sufficient sure,
But he preferred the company over himself much more,
As if all the good things which made him feel unique,
Were things he'd sooner forget or saw merely as weak.
His brain felt fuzzy as if fogged with a slow spread of lethargy,
He found it harder to concentrate or even clearly see,
Perhaps he should pick up somebody new as he sat,
Wasn't it better than going back to a cold empty flat?
Thus the cycle is apt to repeat all over again as he battles,
Inside his thoughts are there but they shake like rattles,
Merely giving him a headache and throbbing pain,
He decides it's far better just to keep numbing the brain.
The bar tender cuts him off and he bitterly complains,
Loses momentum as he stands and all the courage he gains
Just falls away scattered as if the breeze from the door,
Took up his purpose and resolve then just battered it more.
The drink, drugs or sex are just a temporary reprieve,
He needs more in life like his own worth to retrieve,
But how does one get to harness the power to succeed
When you can't see your strengths or see how you're freed?
He stumbles forward tripping just a little at the exit,
Hails a cab and climbs in as weak as a kitten bit by bit
Has the presence of mind to say his solo address by rote,
I guess in the fresh air he's started to get sleepy and float.
The traffic goes by in a blur and he hears the cabbie's music,
Has a little trouble with fighting the nausea and being sick,
Gets home okay and at the door looks sad as he turns the key,
He needs to sober up maybe another day he can face reality.
But this evening his words and his misery are all he's got,
He falls flat on the sofa and feels anchored to the spot,
Misses her already but not the fights or endless chatter,
Thinks on that dream he had though he lied it didn't matter.
He knows just who makes him feel good about himself,
And he falls asleep right there as his phone rings on the shelf,
But he fails to rouse to the call that could turn all around,
The air humming with the potential of a sadly missed sound.