The first step

We're not just getting drunk.
We're also giving up.
I can taste your breath and I'm trying so hard to move past this.
Memories I am constantly trapped in
when I desperately need to focus on the present.
I'm drinking to forget.
I'm drinking to pretend.
I'll sleep until I'm forced to wake up again.
I'll sleep until we're reconnected.
What else am I supposed to do with all this time I have to myself to focus on the past?
Let's put this to bed.