Well, Perhaps Just a Little (Without Regret)

I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,

and toast fine libation to each sunset;

I spend blissful days missing lovers,

living serendipitously without regret.

Perhaps I may take up pen and paper,

patiently awaiting a thought to come;

then pour out a hot tale of two lovers,

very aware how I’d like to have some.

Perhaps then I might go take a shower,

get dressed adding a splash of cologne;

then head off on a romantic adventure,

chances good I may come back alone.

Perhaps I may stop for a few cocktails,

to limber up for what I trust lies ahead;

then swagger bar to bar with purpose,

hunting willing prey to take to my bed.

Perhaps daylight may turn to darkness,

I may become too drunk by then to care;

growing more tired each passing hour,

I’ll cut my losses and bail out of there.

Perhaps I’ll just sit out here drinking,

and toy with these tho’ts in my mind;

writing with hot passion from memory,

when younger and life was more kind.

I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,

and toast fine libation to each sunset;

I spend blissful days missing lovers,

living serendipitously without regret.

~gj duerrschmidt

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The Orangenous Zone