The ground feels cold under my face

The ground feels cold under my face,
The smell of whisky is abhorrent all around me,
The throbbing pain in my head,
The warm liquid flowing down my forehead,
Sticky.
The feel of his hand in my hair,
The knowingness,
It’s all over.
The love I still feel for him
It wells up and I’m crying as he turns my head to look deep into his eyes.
I think of the first day we met,
The first day we kissed and the first day we cried holding each other in our arms.
His breath pungent with liquor he raises his fist bottle still held in hand,
The shattering of glass an inexplicable pain.
Darkness it consumes me.
The world turned to nothing, everything i ever knew vanished,
My heart tight and never ending even until my final breath.