not saying goodbye

when we said goodbye
all the potions became drank
empty bottles
wobbled and
fell down
cast my gaze
back to years ago
the milltown express
crashed through the
gates of disention,
my childhood depression
not letting on
half-hedged bets.
this is my life
not saying goodbye
too much wine left to drink
and the rum
and the vodka
one more glass and
I love ya madly
let it dry on the sink
the picture of your mother
she is dead
on the wall in the background
so who cares what she thinks?
(*unfinished)
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A true artist will never stop