I drank to keep myself company when my partner was continually travelling and absent, in body and soul.

I drank to give me something to lean on during the 4-8pm intense hours of babies.

I drank to forget a pivotal life change.

I drank to provide the cocoon of a hug.

I drank to fill cracks and I hoped the liquid would set and smooth a surface.

I drank and he was still gone.

I drank and 4-8pm still took endurance.

I drank and the memory became stronger.

I drank and the hugger was busy searching for her own.

I drank and the liquid did not set. The cracks remained.

And so I tried without drinking.

Habits take time. Clarity began.

Everything hurt much more.

But now I had a chance to find the plaster box and begin to mend.

Love from

The room above the garage

A Moodscope member.