Sober Friend

Sober Friend


Grieving without wine

I became the sober friend

Without intention I hear

The ice in their glasses

When I answer the phone


It is almost all of them

And I am surprised

Belonging to this club

For years knowing

The phone was a trigger


Thinking I am missing

I try to imbibe only

To find my glass half

Full in the morning

Virtually untouched


I will not go back

As it is a slippery slope

I am only too familiar

Confusing drink with

Sadness I stay clear


TobeTTĀ  # 15

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