first submission

All of my money goes
to some other
woman now.
The woman
changes,
here and
there.
Sometimes I remember my
lover.
years have separated us.
years and her men
and my women.

she left
on Christmas.

I drank this Christmas Eve
and I woke up in my bed
and I drank more.

I closed my eyes,
and I saw her.

I tell her:

All the alcohol in the world
wouldn't drown my love
for you, but dammit,
I try...

and in my head
she smiles,
and I smile
back.