My friends kept reminding me to stop writing poems about you;
And I tried to.
Rather than staying at home,
To watch movies all alone
I chose to go out with them.
Had a few beers,
Made new friends,
Kissed some girls,
We exchange phone numbers,
but I never called them after.

They said liquor helps you forget;
And for some time I guess it did.
But it turns out the sky was just clouded
like how my mind is when I'm not sober.
After seeing the moon, and when the hangover vanished.
I just got reminded, and realized what the truth is;
I still miss you, and how my life is when you're in it.

© Pat Alfonso