2 Comments Posted on April 21, 2015April 20, 2015 Bad Poetry Guilt I had my last drink that night, And in the morning you were gone. Only a note by way of apology, for being how I treated you. You came back home, Even when we had no home left. Now I still panic, If I wake up in an empty house. TELL SOMEONE YOU WERE HEREClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...