A Little Drunk

When you’re still a little drunk, and the lust has faded, and the stark realization of what you’ve done comes like a crashing wave, then you feel the familiar hurt, which you know like you know the back of your hand once again, and the crashing wave pulls your eyes downward, and you feel the love you possess, mixed in with remorse and a motivation to be a better man, then you know you’ve got far to go, but you also know what the end will be, and that keeps you going on.