Comfort?
Comfort? Howard, I’ve forgotten the meaning of the word.
Once I would have said Maggie and Abby, home; that’s the meaning, that’s what brought me comfort. But the marriage is over, some other man sleeps in my home and Abby won’t return my calls.
Jordan, sitting talking with my best friend or not talking; take out and movies until we fell asleep on the couch. That was comfort. But I opened my mouth and told her how I’d felt about her from the start and now what was comfortable is awkward. Conversations that flowed easily for hours are stilted and halting.
Scotch, my old friend, my companion through the dark lonely nights after Maggie and before Jordan came back? The one comfort I had left, until it turned into a crutch. I can still taste the long slow burn of it down my throat, the slow relaxing warmth creeping through my veins. There are days when I would love nothing more than to crawl back into that bottle and never come out again, but I won’t. I can’t hurt those who care about me and depend on me that way again. So one more day, I’ll stay sober, one more day I won’t turn for the only comfort left.
Muse: Garret Macy
Fandom: Misc. TV/ Crossing Jordan
Words: 209
Once I would have said Maggie and Abby, home; that’s the meaning, that’s what brought me comfort. But the marriage is over, some other man sleeps in my home and Abby won’t return my calls.
Jordan, sitting talking with my best friend or not talking; take out and movies until we fell asleep on the couch. That was comfort. But I opened my mouth and told her how I’d felt about her from the start and now what was comfortable is awkward. Conversations that flowed easily for hours are stilted and halting.
Scotch, my old friend, my companion through the dark lonely nights after Maggie and before Jordan came back? The one comfort I had left, until it turned into a crutch. I can still taste the long slow burn of it down my throat, the slow relaxing warmth creeping through my veins. There are days when I would love nothing more than to crawl back into that bottle and never come out again, but I won’t. I can’t hurt those who care about me and depend on me that way again. So one more day, I’ll stay sober, one more day I won’t turn for the only comfort left.
Muse: Garret Macy
Fandom: Misc. TV/ Crossing Jordan
Words: 209