After the bottle is empty
when everyone else has gone home
you think of the words you should have said and
who you should have said them to
When the middle of the night
becomes the first hours of daylight
you realize it is too late to go back to sleep,
too early to go to work
After three hours in a car get you
100 miles down the road but
not an inch closer to getting away
from the memory of what was
When you burn at your fingers
what smolders in your head
what nags at your shoulders are thoughts that
never leave you be
Thanks to Templeton for the title/inspiration