When
I walked into that place
Far removed from my usual spot
Hiding from ghosts of who I was
I found you, as haunted as I,
Looking for solace within the spirit cup
A burning drink of revelry
To cleanse the heart of what ifs
To fill the soul with why nots
I sat and watched you drift from there to here
That place I now know was your haunt
Your eyes not so revel
As you leveled your seventh glass that night
Seemingly drinking the answers
To the questions; all of them maybe?
It wasn’t me, I knew
Your answer