Mouthwash and cologne
covered up the stench
of Alcohol
and those sweet-smelling
cigars.
It defined our visits.
Sleeping all day
overshadowed
the long nights
where we would sit
and just
talk
as if we were
almost normal.
About nothing
About everything
The world
Life Love
Your mistakes
Mine.
Most-Nights ending in Tears
A few-Nights ending in Laughter
A barely noticeable slur
A blatant stumble.
Wishings for
Dreaming sweetly,
the warding off bugs.
Sharing a hug
the father's love
It was yours,
I was the object.
I know.
Some nights to last forever
Most nights to forget
and to some
on the outside
looking in
We could have been almost normal.
Could have been.
Sometimes.
But others,
The fake,
Was enough
to Choke On.
