I thought of all I’d lost in the last ten years. The girlfriends—, in all of their shades—, were gone. Now the drinks kept me company. And the bottle makes three, I thought to myself. It was all I had left to remind me of a time gone by. I grabbed the glass neck and lifted the bottom upwards—, downing all the drops, drowning all the dreams, escaping once more into a permanent nightfall. Deep down into the things that I’d missed out on I went; weddings, birthdays, events that’d never come around again. I could’ve gone with the women I’d loved before and sat by any one of their sides, making whoever she’d be proud of me and maintaining the relationship at a healthy level, instead of having it dip well-beneath decent standards. I closed my eyes and dreamt of their lips again. How I’d give anything to press mine up against them just one more time.
Many Million Dreams Ago • Ch. 9 of 10
Many Million Dreams Ago • Ch. 9 of 10
Many Million Dreams Ago • Ch. 9 of 10
I thought of all I’d lost in the last ten years. The girlfriends—, in all of their shades—, were gone. Now the drinks kept me company. And the bottle makes three, I thought to myself. It was all I had left to remind me of a time gone by. I grabbed the glass neck and lifted the bottom upwards—, downing all the drops, drowning all the dreams, escaping once more into a permanent nightfall. Deep down into the things that I’d missed out on I went; weddings, birthdays, events that’d never come around again. I could’ve gone with the women I’d loved before and sat by any one of their sides, making whoever she’d be proud of me and maintaining the relationship at a healthy level, instead of having it dip well-beneath decent standards. I closed my eyes and dreamt of their lips again. How I’d give anything to press mine up against them just one more time.