He twists open another beer,
And places the bottle to his lips,
And slowly lets the cool liquid
Attempt to quench his thirst,
But it's his soul that is thirsty,
It's his heart that has been broken,
And it's not going to be fixed
By consuming this alcoholic beverage.
It's only going to be numbed
Until the headache of the next day
When he wakes to find that his heart
Is still shattered,
And no matter what he does,
He can't drink the pain away
Because it just comes back,
It just haunts him.
Like the memories of her touch,
The memories of her laugh,
The memories of how she made him feel,
And then the haunting feeling of her
Ripping his heart from his chest.
No amount of alcohol, no matter what,
He's not truly drinking the pain away.
Robert J Nye (2008)
