Poetry

I lived 
drank 
and wasted away, 
without ever knowing 
from one day to the next 
before the one after that. 
  
Many nights(years later) 
you were in front of me 
with a red dress. So real 
I could touch you. So I did! 
Then I held you, kissed you 
and fell to earth. 
  
I no longer live for today 
but for tommorrow, then 
the day after that without 
knowing what today is, nor caring.