Sometimes he'll lie there and think about her

Even though there is probably no use now

They both have their own lives and it was so long ago, it shouldn't even hurt him anymore

But it does.

The pain doesn't eat at him as bad as before

And it doesn't keep him up all night wondering what he did wrong anymore

Nevertheless, it remains a mystery to him to just why it even happened in the first place.

He doesn't cry as much anymore

And his liquor-drenched breath has long since died down.

But every once in a while, curiosity will steal a moment in the day and have him wonder why.

Today, he can pick himself off the floor now after wondering.

And his tears don't seem to bind him to a certain spot in his bed anymore

Its not so bad and maybe, it shouldn't hurt anymore.

And maybe, just maybe one day, it won't