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
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