As planned when the first light of day was direct
Heading out at work’s end on the known course
To return home on time and not be held suspect
Or once again threatened with well-earned divorce.
But, love’s a spirit with a double heart
As intent shifts with the crossroads in sight
My gut in dis-ease, I’m driving off chart.
I park at the mart when I should have turned right.
With bottle in hand, I glance at the mirror.
Then let half a half pint wash out self-doubt
While the second half drowns my sober fears
And relieves the thirst of this dry day’s drought.
Turning the key as I cannot tempt fate.
Gotta get home before I’m .08.
Alcohol Use Disorder, Severe