women
you say to the shot glass
have never been my forte
and the sadness settles in again
another shot
another wasted phone call
another long look at the printed page
life goes on
and you go with it
writing and reading and watching the young
and thinking
I must hold out longer
just a little longer
close your eyes
take a drink
then another
listen to the clouds drift by
fall asleep on the couch
and wake with the wind in your face
sometime near morning