I wrote random verses

That initial phase of separation,

   brings poetry

You pour your heart out

   The deepest sadness 

      into verses

Like a bartender 

     mixing up a shot 

      of Gin and tonic

While you are on drink number nine

     Already inebriated 

        Already swaying

It's a trip, 

   like the liquor hitting the brain

The absence of one's love, 

   the absolute searing pain

One can only indulge on in, 

   until the ink runs out, 

    The pages are drenched in tears

   Or 

    The brain passes out, 

Drunk

        And or

            In pain

The days pass

  Numbness knocks 

    at the heart's doors

You answer, 

   You know you shouldn't have

    You saw it through the peep hole 

     But misery has avarice

      It wants numbness too

Then you, 

          misery, 

           pain, 

           and numbness sit

Argue over the Oxford comma

The tenses seem wrong

 Misery is a mean one 

 Numbness just wants to be done

  But pain, oh! It sits clamping the heart

   And you sit writing even more

Just like at the bar

   Where Old friends gather

    These are now your besties

     The only liquor to drink now is tears

       You can spare more, 

        You brew it in your soul 

The days pass in this company

 Until, hope knocks

   You let it in too

    You then proceed to get it drunk

You should have learnt by now

Your tears are the very drug

That renders everything wrong

 Hope drinks a shot of them

   Hope is unhinged now

    Hope now is hopless too

You transform it too

Happens too often

I sit across the room from you

I scribble this story, 

I am you from a time gone by

Yet you are a me, I no longer know 

Other than in my paraphrasing

 Verses, they are poems you think

  They are your stories, ours, his, her's

I want to sleep, she says

  Who? 

   Something from my memory,

   I guess,

     I digress

   And you can't sleep, nor can I

I am watching you, 

wallowing in pain

 Till we pass out, somewhere

Somehow