Her presence is overwhelming
I'm almost losing my life caring so much to see her face for a few more hours
beer after beer
empty crack of the top on the bottle
the sense of reassurance that one can be
full of life and flavor
yet be so empty
the glass is free of any solid
complete openness
to be filled with what he seeks most
and guess what
it is empty again
to be promising from the first touch
quite a rare situation
yet with no hesitation
with no reassurance
he grabs the next bottle
surely to be satisfied with the next experience
is is empty in the end
muck like the life he lives
the day he finds the endless vice
the bottomless pit
the depth only he dares to venture
happens to be the day he takes his first breadth
life begins with no end in sight