Shaken Not stirred

 
 
 
Jack is my best friend
We stay in most nights and hang out together.
He's not the best conversationalist
But he's a great listener  
and always knows how to get me to open up
And talk about my problems
The glass is cold and weighty
Beveled, crystal
Clear.
 
 
Sometimes we invite Bud and Stella over too
And throw a party.
We've had some amazing times the four of us
Truly memorable.
Although most of the time I don't recall
Little if at all.
The contents dark and murky sweet
Honey, warm  
and near.

 
In the mornings jack is always gone
And leaves me to pick up the pieces
Of myself; on the sofa
On the chair, by the door, everywhere.
Me and jack
friends forever.
My lips are rough and parted
Breathing slow
Sincere
 
 
I've never felt so empty
Then when I'm not alone
The lack of substance in myself
Is replaced by something else
for which I never can atone  
My hand is moist and sweaty
Tending tenuous tightening
Fear.
 
 
Are you still there?
I can hear you breathing down the phone
Do you hate me now?
Me and jack
I don't know what id do without him.[/font]