Remember, we deal with alcohol. Cunning. Baffling. Powerful.
While I normally am not a poet, I had a few lines pop into my head the other morning and really felt inspired to write them down. I miss you butterfly.
That Feeling
I thought of you today
as I took the cotton from the medicine bottle
and I remembered how you hate
That feeling
Trees grow a ring each year
they are alive
21 rings on your tree
That feeling
Why were you cut down so soon?
My heart hangs
I mourn
That feeling
A willow tree sways in the breeze
it reminds me of childhood
of new growth
That feeling
We sat smoking cigarettes until we were sick
up past curfew, dizzy
That feeling
I threw up
and you laughed
world spinning
That feeling
My great grandparents had one of your trees in their yard
I grew up blowing bubbles
in her
That feeling
I watched you grow
and shrivel
as winter came
That feeling
Cold shock
shivers, a text
silence
That feeling
I dreamt of you last night
I cried
on your shoulder
That feeling
I opened my meds today
to take them like you couldn't
and felt the cotton
That feeling