Monkey Bay

You're doing it again. A nice weekend...then silence. I drank too much. Wine bottle, minus one glass. You text me, you are having dinner with your family. Why didn't you invite me like the old days? You set me up for a relationship where you had to see me every day, now almost five years, you don't feel the need to see me that often. But you have gotten me addicted, my habit every day, you pull away. I put the trash on the curb, can't walk straight, lots of neighbors out, hope no one noticed. What's happening to me? I miss you. I want you here.