The Drunk

He is sleeping in his chair. I watch him for a while wondering if he will ever change. what would it be like if he stopped drinking all together?

The stupid drunken fights are the only way we communicate now. They happen more often. Every time the same things are said and every time we cry it ends the same.

He stirs in his sleep, dreaming of the past no doubt. it was horrid for him, no wonder he drinks. It's taken time to get him this far. I will not give up on him. He is everything to me.