Her

I wake up in my bathroom

and I’m faced down in vomit

It’s a perfect way to begin

another day without you

It’s been six years and counting

since you left me reeling

It’s been six years and counting

since I’ve cracked a smile

All of the letters you wrote 

have become yellow and wilted

but I can’t bring myself

to throw them away

For those memories of you

have held me together

but now I fear that those sutures

are starting to give

I’ve tried so hard to move on

but I am nothing without you

So I still drive by your old house

and then drink myself sick

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