I watch your fingers on the strings
and the way your soul changes
when you’re making music,
knowing you’re channeling him
when you do and missing him
more than when the guitar is on the stand.

I watch your grip on the bottle
and the way your life changes
when you’re making trouble,
knowing you’re repeating his mistakes
and that you’re well aware of it.

I watch you slip away from me
and the way I change
when you do,
knowing I’m repeating my mistakes
and realizing that cold turkey
is harder than it looks.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.