SOBERING THOUGHTS

The problem with being drunk is that you never will forget
The perfect priceless laughter; the cringes of regret
What starts as slurring dialogue becomes a verbal mess
Of mixed up words and phrases, things you shouldn't have confessed
Blurry flashbacks teasing; tit-bits from the night before
The thing you're still unsure of is how you made it through the door
I what? I did? With who? To who? Where to? What, where and why?
The flashbacks hitting hard and fast: “Good God, please let me die!”
“Never again!” a common phrase, but of course you always do
You'll meet that stranger once again; the one you told "I love you"