Five years ago
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Seven in the morning. Hungover as can be.

Five years ago

Seven in the morning.

Hungover as can be.

I remember yelling,

slamming the door.

Was that really me?

Wife looking my way.

She's wary, I know.

And I deserve it.

I was a total jerk.

The baby in her arms,

while I was raging.

She didn't need to say it.

I couldn't apologize,

not enough any how.

Never did I want,

to act the way I did.

It became clear that day,

time was up, for the drink.

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