I Am Drunk With Them

I am drunk with them.

Over my head.


In love with them.

They fill up my every minute.

They fill up my head.

On Monday, when I leave them again, after a long weekend together, I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus.

I literally feel like I’m drunk, sitting at my desk, at the office, trying to string two sentences together. To write about something other than them.  It’s impossible.

When all I want to do is return to them.

To the songs they sing, this other world they live in. And that I live in when I’m with them.

And how I can’t live in the other world. Now that I’ve known this one.


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