Recovery

Not A Drunk Texter

I'm not a drunk texter. You can fill me with beer and liquor and wine and any combination of the three, and I still won't touch my phone or think of you.

No, I'm not a drunk texter.

I'm a 7am texter, when I wake up from a dream kissing you and I can barely stand the though of getting out of bed.

I'm a 12 noon texter, when I'm sure I see you in a crowd of people and I need to know where you are.

I'm a 6pm texter, when I'm tired and quiet and wish someone would ask me about my day and wonder how yours was.

I'ma 10pm texter, when I'm wrapped in blankets listening to the wind and I ache to have your arms around me again.

I'm a 2am texter, when I can't sleep and nothing can silence my thoughts and I remember how I used to fall asleep to the sound of you breathing on the other end of the phone line.

I haven't given into temptation yet, haven't sent those 7am, 12 noon, 6pm, 10pm, 2am texts. But if and when I do, it won't be because my brain is warped by alcohol. It'll be because my heart is warped by memories of us.