Labatt Blues.

I wished into the night. 

I wished you would come back. 

I’m still sorry, you’re still beautiful. 


I wished into my glass of liquid happiness. 

I wished you’d come back.  

I picked our song on the jukebox. 


I wished I was sober as my happiness forced it’s way onto my bathroom floor. 

I wished I could go to sleep. 

Spinning around in the mess of another night without you. 


I wished I was in bed when you woke me on the cold tile floor. 

I wished the smell of Rum and Labatts would leave my apartment. 

You rubbed my back and told me everything would be fine.


I wished you were her and not my friend Colin.  

I wished you could have thought of something different to cheer me up. 

Three year relationship gone and one boys night out won’t help. 

But its worth another try. 

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allets's picture


I've been flukin' around with words for years. They just repeat and there is just enough variation (which is usually lacking) here to make it intriguing. Beer and rum - tsk tsk. Beer and whisky chaser after a bite of lime  - hmmmmm. :D



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Thanks for the read and complement. 


SSmoothie's picture

Other than I prefer liquid

Other than I prefer liquid wallowing instead of happiness the rest is powerful and vulnerable and good write the structure of repetition not overly done or contrived. Some deft skill or a fluke ;) but I like it a lot! 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thanks for reading and commenting.  As far as fluke? Maybe.