Never

again,
know the last of a pack
middle of the night
sleepless
but not worried, knowing
nothing
but sleep will come when needed
most.

no more,
bottom of a bottle
I can make myself feel
last drops clinging to glass
running out of ice
but not time
which was everywhere &
unavoidable

but not now
go, go, go
rush
of days & responsibility
I wouldn’t trade for
drunken carelessness
or rapture of new love
or old loss.