a Bottle of Jack

Sitting on the park bench,
With a bottle of jack between my knees,
My only companion,
Staring into it¹s murky depths,
Yearning for a sip,
But knowing it¹s punch.

Staring out into the park,
Watching the children run and play,
Yearning to join them,
But sitting here.

Watching a bird soar in the clouds,
Knowing it¹s free
As I sit here alone,
Staring into a bottle of jack,
My only companion.

A whisper of a breeze caresses me,
Blowing my hair in front of my eyes,
My eyes misting over
Watching the children play,
Knowing I can¹t go back.

Wiping the tears from my cheek,
Hearing the sound of my name,
Turning to face a stranger And yet,
knowing I¹m the stranger
As I place the bottle to the ground.

I stand up from the bench,
Staring at the bottle of jack,
Sitting on the ground alone,
Knowing the times we shared,
But I walk away.

- Ellen Flickner

Current Selected Writings:

- a Bottle of Jack

- i've walked alone

- Pondering

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