No, I’m Not Wasted…


I guess you
Got my email,

Too late in the evening,

Too unorthodox.

Something about
That you believe in us.

I guess that you got
Another note from me,

Just a few minutes later…

Something about how
We’re made for
One another,

And that,
I can’t live without you.

Maybe it was my last
(I think)
Email to you tonight,

Just to let you know
How important you are…

To me.


Yes it’s Saturday night.

And yes,
You have every reason
To think that
I’ve had a close,
Maybe too close relationship
With my bourbon
This evening.

I wouldn’t hold it
Against you
For thinking
That it’s the alcohol
Causing me to fill
Your phone with notes.

You have every right
To feel that way.

But I guess
What’s most scary,
At least to me…

Is that I haven’t had
To drink.


I’m not wasted…

All that gibberish
And incoherent babble
From me
Can’t be blamed on
The alcohol.

My only excuse,

I guess,

Is that…

Is that

I love you.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

14 thoughts on “No, I’m Not Wasted…

      1. Tears are no problem for me Bill. It’s just the way I am. I’m a crier. Don’t apologize for your poetry. Ever. It’s supposed to illicit a response, correct? Well, this did. In a beautiful way. So thank you.

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