Sober

Sober

Our time 

together was

a drunk haze

of spinning lights 

and sour breath.

All you left me 

in the end, is 

a mess to clean 

up in the middle of

the night, a 

growing sense

of emptiness to fight,

a pounding

headache to nurse,

and a plethora 

of memories to curse, 

'till the day when

I will finally

wake up sober

from your love.