Hotel Memory

There were somber skies

On that night we can't remember

And probably wouldn't want to.

The liquor that fell

From bottles to glasses

And rose

Back up to lips pink from kissing,

Was overdone.

The rooms of the Chardon Hotel

Faded and bled into

One memory

I had never experienced

Before, but attempted to recall

For sake of reality.

What love was made

In this alcohol?

Awakening next morning

To smoky eyes

My mind fell to my feet,

The pain

Causing me to reach for

Another drink.

I looked from under my brown lashes

Out the glass door

Of that hotel

To see the somber skies

Once again.