memories seep through
nostalgia sinks in
loneliness engulfs
i think of you...

places we been to
sweet nothings whispered
every moment, seems
deja vu...

thoughts of solitude,
weaves into soliloquy
and i wonder, how
could sanity haunt...

the whiskey sets in
and flame is ash now
present blurrs out
till tomorrow, repeats.

- Eon Heath

Image Courtesy - Kristina Tripkovic