Lead Me To Breakfast

I am alone in this room We might have shared Sleep deprived Liquor store medicated And emotion numb Night settled in Like a slow dance whiskey hanging on every breath Keeping memories at bay In this eternal winter You have left No count of sheep Will lead me to that dream In your blue checkered shirt That sparingly covers me Where you would take my left hand in your right And your left which should comfortably rest at waist drops to my bottom just like I’d expect In my perfect world And we’d two-step Until day breaks us From forced breath To fake smile To this Palm bay breakfast Beneath a blood shot rainbow The broken world can still rotate Enough to rise sun And sink moon Like the broken heart Left with just enough will To keep a steady beat