Through that glass
Through That Glass
Melissa Patino
Meandering that dark, rough path
With a mazy motion.
The perfect life I could’ve had
If that iced liquid never existed.
I long to sit him down
And truly talk to him
Daughter to father.
I want to make him see that
Every drink he takes
Adds an inch to the puddle of tears that divides us.
He’s in my life
But he isn’t there when I need him
I know that person,
But he acts like a stranger.
The amber bubbles rise up as he sinks down.
How did you get lost in a bottle?
When I look through that glass
I see me …
I see you …
I want to be the light
That leads you out of the darkness.
How did you get lost in a bottle
And expect me to find you?
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