i am sixteen days sober
sixteen nights have passed
that i haven’t tasted your lips
sixteen mornings that i haven’t
felt your fingertips tracing and my skin
my body continues to shake
and i am covered in sweat
aching for what i miss
proving only that
you are stronger than any drink
sweeter than any drug
and i would gladly trade in this
sobriety chip
for even the tiniest taste of you


December 31, 2016