When we sat and talked last night
I got drunk
On a line you will never hear from me.

It started with this inebriated idea of
what didn't happen when you looked at me,
As I pretended not to see.

I couldn't walk straight on that line
Though I wanted to complete the night with it.
I had the trajectory of your heart  mapped out
But it unsteadied me
with its toxicity.

And hanging over me now,
Is the abstinence from being held close.
A dull ache I can't bear feeling this morning.