Liquor laps against my lips,
Like waves against the shore.
I find myself under the table once more,
Unable to visualize the night before,
Distraught by what today has in store.
A woman wanders through the bathroom door,
Her face distraught, frail, and sore.
She heads for the phone.
I call out but am ignored.
No dial tone, disconnected from the storm.
The love is gone,
No where else to explore,
Feeling numb but warm.
Falling to our knees,
A heap on the floor.