Swimming Through Your Drink.

You're loving.

You're hard working.

But you drink nearly as hard as you love, and work.

You talk to me, when your mind is free.

But when you dive into your drink, your mind takes on another form of existence.

You get quiet, and your mind swims deeper into your drink.

So I take a seat by your waters edge, and await your conscious return to the same day..

Or until the next day when the sun shows up in the morning, and you're off to work.

While that pool that's playing in the back of your mind, reminds you about the swim you took in it the evening before..

Awaits your return, because you're so comfortable with its allure.

I've begun to think that it knows you better than I do, because you inhabit it so much.

You have to homes..

The roof above your head, and the drink in your hand.

Oh, thank you for sharing. And sharing this heartache. You captured the pain of dealing with addiction so clearly.

You're welcome.

The poem basically wrote itself.

Well written and thanks for sharing