Heads in the clouds,
hearts un-heavy,
as whirls of smoke escape our lips.
Lightheartedly dizzy,
we small talk and giggle,
as the bitter taste of whiskey burns through our throats.
After this night of ecstasy,
where shall we go?
Back into our vacant houses,
a cold unmade bed,
and the solace of empty air.
Loneliness creeps up on us,
slowly but surely.
We are about to be consumed by gloom.
This time,
our tears become our only companion.
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