briefly immortal

i used to drink more.

was i happier, not really.

but i had more friends then.
men and women,

who also drank more.
and liked to roll out into
the wee hours dancing,

but
we're older now.

wiser? hell no.
but it takes longer to recover

from the drinking,
from the things we used to
do

because of drinking.
foot races
under the stars,

trouble in the woods.
we had our day,
our nights,

but i miss the dancing.
the making out in the car,

or in an alley. the tug
and pull

of it all, being that young
and invincible.

that immortal, if only for
a short while.