Cold Turkey

Cold Turkey  11/28/2014

I woke up

To a familiar smell

The same as many other times

All mashed together. 

The same meal

On the same day

So much the same

But yet so very different.

People come

And people go

Some now sleep silently

In the ground.

But the days go on

And we keep the faith

Burning the candles down

And laughing when we can. 

The taste of red wine

And smoked meats

Sticks to my tongue

As I listen to stories

Of a half forgotten past.

I laid down

My stomach full

And my head spinning

Thinking happy thoughts

Slow and content. 

I pause inside myself

To make it last

Because tomorrow always comes

And we all slip away. 

I also must leave

But I take it all with me

The greatest treasure

Safe in my heart.