I missed the moon the other day, because I was stuck in a hole that I dug myself, but I was too tired to crawl out. (So, I stood there waiting to rot.)

Drink to forget 

    that you will never 

        come back.

In the moments 

    the few and not so 

        far between- 

I hallucinate that 

    there was eternity, I'll 

        come back. 

Sobriety, like whiplash, 

reminds me that 

sometimes, 

There are no always-

    Forever was just 

        another word 

for help-

The lone moon 

never sees 

the sun-

Yet, there is a glow

Reflection, 

a deception-

I asked you what you wanted-

you said, "I am not sure..." 

I was not either.