he was
drinking to remember.
drinking to
forget,
drinking to numb
himself
to the future,
to get over
past regrets.
it was easy and fun
to sit
in a bar with friends,
strangers,
new loved
ones.
to sing and dance.
the life of the party,
he was,
and then the liver gave
out.
but we still leave
a bottle of brandy
on his tombstone,
when
we go to visit,
i'm sure he'd
laugh about that.
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