The Comfort of Drinking

I drink and his grip loosens

He doesn’t like the smell of it

So I drink a little bit more and he stops holding me

I drink and drink to get him to go away

To leave me with this smile and a lack of hurt

And it feels so good to laugh

Without a barrage of tears threatening to storm

So I laugh and I like this feeling of being alone

Without being lonely from him

Because once I sober up

Once the drinking ceases

And the world isn’t spinning on its axis

He’ll come back with his arms open wide

And his lips pressed to my ear whispering,

“I’ve missed you.”


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