already inebriated by depression

i press on to the bar scared

my alcoholic habits are glowing

i leave the second negroni

and greet my despondent friend

.

he's in the rush of separation

that sorrowful panic preceding the drown

his thoughts are on what's gone

not knowing he's in the best part of the drop

i drink and barely feel the buzz

he listens between shameful keening

keeping up with my drinking

he grows flush

.

our parting hug is purposeful

his strength is tender

with tears brilliant he thanks me

speaking of honest love

he says my words inspired him to try

i can't remember one word of advice

but it's nice knowing he's better

.

a tether between heart and head hurts

like the pins and needles

of a limb regaining flow

lost love stopped years ago