Last Call on Monday

You said “just one”

But your hands shake two

Lipstick on the rim

Same stool

Same view

Laughing too loud

At a joke you knew

Buying a blur

To hide what’s true

Alcohol

You call it your friend

Till the room tilts sideways again

Every promise poured in a glass

Every “I’m fine” fading too fast

Alcohol

It’s holding your hand

While it’s pulling you out of your plans

You keep chasing the fire you feel

Till you don’t know what’s fake

What’s real

Phone on the bar

With his name lit bright

You could dial home

But you kill the light

Say you’re “just tired”

From another fight

But you toast your pain

Every Friday night

Alcohol

You call it your friend

Till the room tilts sideways again

Every promise poured in a glass

Every “I’m fine” fading too fast

Alcohol

It’s holding your hand

While it’s pulling you out of your plans

You keep chasing the fire you feel

Till you don’t know what’s fake

What’s real

Who are you

When the glasses clear

When the mirror talks back

And it’s you you hear

If I reach for you

Will you reach too

Or just reach

For something to run to

Alcohol

You call it your friend

But it won’t be there in the end

All the tears you hide in a glass

All the nights you swear “this is the last”

Alcohol

It’s stealing your name

Leaving you alone with the shame

I keep hoping you’ll take my hand

Learn to stand

On your own again