TWO SHOTS OF TEQUILA

I needed two shots of Tequila

one for my soreness

another for my loneliness

so i could lay in the sofa 

one leg hanged on the table

and my brain soaring in the clouds.

I felt like a naked body

my ribs quivering of cold

my feet numb,

like the snow is stuck between my toes

For i needed warmth

not from a bonfire

just a soft forehead kiss to put me to sleep.

Nobody was there

the walls extended from my side

and everything became blurry

only a half full bottle was there for the best

i praised the smell of it

so intense and chocking

as i poured dizzily in the glass.

Then i gave a toast to the emptiness 

and kissed the pain in my chest

as i closed my eyes to the burns in my throat

My grief melted at the first shot

and i felt a grip on my shoulder at the last

I heard a voice as i was drowning,

whispering "you are not alone"