Drinking by Myself

Drinking by myself

and not for the first time,

my mind filled with the dreams

I had in my prime,

the ones I had wished for

but never came true

due to the decisions I had made

which I have now come to rue.

I open another bottle

and pour it into my glass

then sit back into my chair

to let the hours pass.

The loneliness does not bother

me anymore

now I am resigned to the fact

you will not be knocking again on my door.