By ZoE
Date: 24 July 1999

I am

he shows up in my life at the wrong times
and ember from the past digging up the corpses we buried long ago
a motionless stare
he holds me close as if it's magic that we can be oncea gain entraced by oneanother
I am drifting backwards in my chair
I am humming lullabys under my breathe
I am too wasted to take him on
I am too tired to talk of dreams
I am begging for the one I love to come and kiss my cheek
I am waiting for the distant fog to wipe away my drunken tears