I’m trying to replicate
the rush you gave me.
I can feel your presence
with each bad decision.
I swear, I heard your voice that night
telling me I was being reckless,
but I know it was the drugs I took
mixed with whiskey.
I just want to hear your voice again,
so I keep doing it
Hoping you’ll say more this time.
With each glass I pour down my throat,
I can feel your arms wrapped around me..
Until I open my eyes and see her.
I would rather have you hold me,
but she’s here and you’re not.