When I Drank, Her Alone Poem by James McLain

Amongst all of that I once was.
Friends to me, still means that they are.
I lead with a question, I do not give pause.
Looking up at the sky, answers fly.
Comet's to the young ask not why.
How do I get by without friends?
The mist all around me,
climbs down from the ridge, up on high.
I walk with my shadow it hangs by my side.
I speak to my self it just hides.
The moon when it was a blank canvas to me.
It's as bright as it's high, catch my fall.