I was drunk again.
We had our worst argument
in living memory.
You told me to stop the drinking
or we were finished.
I slammed the door on our
20-year union and made my
way into the bar in order to
drown my sorrows.
The kids were asleep and you
had run out of tears to shed, so
you locked the doors and went
The barmaid asked me to leave the
premises when I started passing
out at the bar.
It was the third time I had nodded
off, so I pried my ass from the
bar stool and shuffled towards the
Into the frigid city night, I stumbled
knowing that my life would never be
the same again.