i saw you today and didn’t speak

though gravity seemed to pull me towards you, i fought harder and pulled away

a taste i once ached for, danced just close enough to my lips to remind me of what used to be

i walked away wondering if this is what sobriety feels like

to be dying of a thirst, and still refuse the tall glass of beauty that you are

for drinking you, no matter how satisfying, only leaves me thirstier