His breath reeked of alcohol
Steaming from his pores
At 7 o’clock in the morning
As we sipped coffee at the Waffle House
In Columbus Ohio
We’re no good thing commeth
And I knew
Without a doubt
That he was an alcoholic
I said goodbye
And thanked him
For this season…
Dim Lights in the Ether
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Falling in love? I fucking jumped in.
I was going to be "Hold On Till May" or something artsy-fartsy like that, but nooo, that URL was taken.