I made the whiskey my water, to quench the frost I needed to thaw. In a living room I shared with numerous strangers, some I had already tasted their foreign tongues, I gulped the brown liquor, glass by glass. The time I opened my eyes, I saw your figure in the corner. Your fingers bent into a hard fist and it matched the thin lines of your lips. But why were you here when I did not need you?
I yelled and danced with everybody at the center of the room with the echoes of my rage. The loud music became the company I loved. The ecstasy? Forgotten. Only the sadness remained in my lungs.
But someone splashed cold water to me and I writhed my head. There was never a loud music, but rather a mellow song. The strangers around me were the friends I grew up with. A glass of iced tea replaced the whiskey. And you were never here at all.
Someone tugged me and clapped my back. I wanted to blame the two weeks of insomnia and hallucinations, but it had been you, I knew. I dropped the glass from my numb fingers and all I could surrender was the tears I held back.
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