I took 5 shots last night,
one for each time you made me fall in love.
I thought that the liquor
would burn through the traces of you
that still linger in my veins;
instead, I wound up on the side of the road
with the taste of your name
in my mouth.
I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.