When I Reached, at Least it Was
For,
the Skky.
Just how much sadness,
can fill, one ......day ?
I crave, a togetherness.
A longing, to be touched.
To share a happiness ......
And the laughter.
That’s been, too long gone.
And,
that I miss so much.
I want to be cautious.
Instead, of being raucous.
But the vodkas,
let .....me down.
And if I reach again....
It’s
not for the sixty proof rum.
Giajl © Jim Love
Admixture
Like a selection available of choice beverages -sipped not swilled. "reach" is a marvelous image as well - slc