Drifting

It's 12:03 AM.
I work at 5. 
I can't sleep and
my coffee has grown cold.

My mind drifts 
to where you are
and what you're doing.

I need another shot.
Of coffee or whiskey, 
I don't know.
My head throbs
and my heart aches.

I worry about you.
You get angry
when I voice it.
I can't help
that I care. 


Where's that shot?
I search though 
the cupboards
for that one bottle.

Where the fuck are you?
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4 comments

  1. crazy11lady · November 22, 2014

    Im enjoying reading your poems ~ thank you for liking mine too. Enjoy your day !

    Like

    • mlgreenly · November 22, 2014

      I return the gratitude and I enjoy your poetry as well!

      Liked by 1 person

      • crazy11lady · November 22, 2014

        Thank you, I loved your writing about wolves, very special animals/humans. I wear a wolf pendant. Iv never seen one in nature you are very lucky

        Liked by 1 person

  2. lilcarlson94 · January 8, 2015

    Oh Kenz the bottle was at my house;)

    Like

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