I hope you find someone that warms you more than whiskey,
that doesn’t burn on the way down.
I hope every sip of them brings memories that don’t blur, or falter,
or leave you numb at 1 am, sunken beneath the blue glow of a screen.
And whether that someone is a lover or a friend doesn’t matter much,
but I hope you find them.
I hope you tell them how scared you are of the thing that’s waiting
for you in the dark corners of the rooms you walk through,
because they’ll be scared too, of something.
And if you’re lucky, maybe the thing that scares you scares them too,
and together you’ll have a kind of power that drags it out,
kicking, burning, screaming,
into the light.