i could use a drink

she comes out
of rehab a new woman.
she's almost
shines in
the sunlight as
you pick her
up at the station.
so how'd it go,
you ask her,
staring at her clear
eyes and placid
face. i'm
good she says,
smiling. good.
it went well. i
think i got to
the bottom
of my addictions.
of my past mistakes
and wrong
turns. it was
tough. a lot of
crying and soul
baring. i've heard
stories that i
will carry to
my grave. but
everyone was so
kind and thoughtful,
understanding.
she wipes a tear
from her cheek.
sorry, she says.
so how are you.
how are things in
your world.
i could use a drink,
you tell her.