Sober.

It is quite late don’t you think?

You came like a stream, sitting next to me chewing bubble gum. I can still remember the smell of its flavor.

I don’t remember what happened to me, but for a moment I forgot everything.

Baby don’t go away, I’m still here.

You were looking at my eyes and I was screaming enough but you didn’t stop.

Thank God you didn’t.

Another drink and I might forget my pain.

After 23 years I should have know this game.

But I’m losing again.

23 years of practice. Well not really but I still thought I was good at it.

But I’m here again.

Losing again..