Thursday, 25 June 2015

Random Thought Thursday | June 25, 2015

Twelve Hours

A bowl of cheerios, a mug of tea
Pyjamas on, hair up, book open
The song on my iPod reminds me of you
I miss you.

I can't sleep so I open a beer; I chug
A belch erupts from my hungry stomach
Everything reminds me of you and I hate it
 I miss you.

A shot of whiskey, another, another
Lost count, I call you
The voice on the other end tells me you changed your number
I miss you.

When I wake up I'm still drunk
The sun coming through the window is blinding
It's been twelve hours since that song
And I still fucking miss you.

Thanks for reading, xo, Katelyn