Cheers

Hears to the man who works me down every day,

A dark clenching abyss grabs at my soul at every hour.

Thinking back on who we were

I take in whiffs of remorse

The Heavens call but I still seem far away.

I feel beaten …broken….surreal.

A round to the friendship lost

And a toast to the Marlboro Girl+

Who’s still real.

+reference to Prevaricate's Marlboro Girl poem+