drinking and driving

before i swore off

drinking, 

and made

club sodas my beverage

of choice, i felt

lucky

to make it home after

three

martinis.

blessed by the hand of God

to have

not killed anyone

with my

car, or myself.

often waking up in the beds

of women

whose names

i seldom knew.

i shiver

at the thought of how

irresponsible

i was.

feeling immortal

by the elixir

of youth.

i feel grateful every

day

to have made it home.

and made

it home alone, 

at last

to someone

like you.