late night thoughts

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i got drunk on your favourite wine
and I can't help but wonder:
is it still your favourite?
I don't really like the cheap taste of it, frankly
but it is a reminiscent of your taste,when we used to get drunk and kiss.

your favourite songs got me through the night,
but are they even in your playlist anymore?
maybe you show them to her
and sing along in the mornings
as you cook her breakfast.

the thought of your existence gives me peace
even though  you hate me
it feels good
to know you're happy
even if not in my arms.