Bottle in my hand


walking away

Sitting with a bottle in my hand,

watching the woman I love

fall for another man.


Vibrations of the dull light

flicker down her uncovered legs.

Vibrations of her soothing voice

flutter through her olive skin.


Distance in our bed

seemed so much further than before.

Arms spread and still no touch.


What I fear,

was the distance between us

and now it is so clear.


Alone with a bottle in my hand

and I watched her walk away

with another man.


#DWTSmith #poetry

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