Drink

I spend these waning nights
Bent over the bar
Barely sipping whatever brew
They cast to such a castaway;

I crave the scent of lilacs
Free and wild
Along your shoulders;

I hoist the tankard
Or whatever meager vessel
Bears the troubled tides
Of my regret;

I drink
And I drink
And I drink
Unable to wash your memory
From my ugly mind,
Unable to forget the touch
Of your satin skin,
 Unable to trust myself
To the perils of love,
Again;

So I spend these waning nights
Bent over the bar
Drowning lovely memories,
Only to draw them back in the end.