you left weeks ago.

Wine, wine everywhere--
but not a drop to drink
I spent Saturday forgetting
Saturday regretting
bathing
in bottles
became a body broken
slumped across a couch

I drowned you in gin
I drowned you in whiskey
I drowned me and
you drowned
you drowned
with me.

and you're a distant memory
that morning has broken
morning has broken
morning
has
broken
me.