“Drinking Alone”

It only feels alone
between sets of solitary
seconds when the sun
is highest, dipping low,
and casting that
folded golden spotlight
upon the dusk of our
nightly solo.

Plugging the cork,
I pick it up,
set it down and sip.

It only feels alone
when you let it
linger longer
than this.

It only feels alone
if you let it last
beyond sunset and
your first drunken
piss.

narrative poem written on 04-28-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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