When The Bottle Remembered Me Poem by Donward Caniete Bughaw

I lit a cigarette and poured the night,
Tanduay burned sweet and made it right.
The failures faded in the amber glow,
And all the shits I carried seemed to go.
We laughed too loud, we hurt a little less,
The bottle told me I was more than mess.
Each shot a prayer to forget the fall,
Each drag an answer to the evening call.
Those days were happy, loud, and bittersweet,
We danced with sorrow on unsteady feet.
Now blood came up and stole the glass away,
No matter how I crave it, I cannot stay.
I think of then and feel the joy and pain,
Two different weathers in one heart of rain.
So now I only sigh and watch them through,
The smoke, the drink, the me I used to knew.