A long nights journey to oblivion...by Jude kyrie

When she threw me out
for the last time.
it was my fault
I know  Its not her
its always me.
The drinking had started again.

I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night drunk.
Yet still I drank.
My home and job were lost.
But not as lost as me.

I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was dirty and unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow and sad.
She came and paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.

She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure
The sadness filled my heart.
She was lovely
Dressed in a crisp summer dress.
Just like I remembered her.

She whispered quietly to me
"I always loved you.
you know"
"I still do."

I saw the tears form in her eyes.
I felt so dirty and ashamed
I needed a shower and shave.
But living rough in the streets is hard.

I quietly whispered
thank you
I love you too.

She touched my cheek
softly with her finger tips
like she used
to touch my skin
when we made love
in our clean bed.

She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
We stood on the steps
of the courthouse.
I hung my head in shame.

She said softly
You know
I lost our son as well.
I turned away
so she could not see
the tears forming in my eyes.

And I stumbled away from her.
to that signpost
for a town called oblivion.