I shared this poem on Facebook years ago in memory of my close friend’s father dying. I decided to share it here. Enjoy.
Who’s that knocking at the door? Pounding like my head from the night before. I’d decided to drown my memories with Patron. I’m a bitter soul since left alone. Tequila shots with no salt or lime. Bartender kept pouring until closing time. Guess my car knew it’s way home. Woke up hungover and on my … Continue reading Knocking On My Door