Christmas Poem

[JJ-NOHOPE]

Here is the poem I wrote in a drunken stupor on Christmas night(Cocoa was my beloved who died in a June):

All These Lasts:

Cocoa's last Christmas,
His last meal, last walk.
Can thIs please be my last?
Last Christmas, last meal, last walk?
I feel these tears trace their paths across my face,
And wonder how I can be alive even one more day.
And yet, here I am.

 

[NotWorthLiving]

I'm impressed. You did that in drunken stupor. I can't do that on a normal day. *applauds*