I can't get your blood off my sheets,
I can't erase you from my memory,
Yet I can't remember the way you feel.
Nearly a year,
We made it through,
Somehow I can't remember what it was like to be with you.
Nearly a lifetime committed to you,
You gave it all up for the booze,
There was no other option to choose.
I miss you now,
But I know this to be true,
It's the intimacy I'm missing, not actually you.
I can't regain the part of me that I gave to you,
That's ok,
I am at peace with that new part of you.
I cannot see a way of working this out,
Yet somehow I still feel doubt,
Some shimmer of hope of working this out.
With a thousand thoughts of you a day,
I still can't figure out what to say,
A dead end, stale mate, check mate, game.