Blossoming Alcoholic

The precious dimpled bottle
that you so affectionately caress
is used and then is gone.

But the graze of my fingers,
or thoughts of such things,
you take and should not forget.

So continue your consumption,
and may it lead you down your road.
May it lead you all alone.

Since, regardless of your thoughts,
there is only one hand for me to give,
and only one hand to hold.

So take the shards and smoke within your grasp
and hold it with affection; I can do nothing but watch
as those soft hands cut and burn.