Thy Kringdom Come

tonight was spent with drinks with friends. friends who talked me through our sad stories. how does it feel that i'm getting drunk for you? i talked to single men who only talked to me for the fun i brought them. one talked to me about relationships. that's when i thought about you. actually, i thought about you the whole night. that if you were there while i went drunk and dancing, your left would've been holding my drink and the right holding my hand. making sure i won't slip and hold another's. that was how you cared. you kept me for yourself and i enjoyed it. the security--the feeling that no one can take me away from you. i liked that. i liked that so much. so much that i miss it everytime i take a sip from my favorite drink. and my coming drunken days won't be as safe

as embraced

as loved

as how i was with you.

the taste of alcohol has never been more bitter since you've gone. and the memories it spared don't hold that much importance anymore as to how i cherished them with your taste. now i smoke a pack a day. for alcohol reminds me of you. i still drink though, during special times, just to feel once more how selfless i felt with my hand wrapped in yours.