Natural Born Drinkers

Bar-tossed lovers, natural born drinkers, 

Some memories fade, her face still lingers,

Waves of sunlight, beer gardens of Eden, 

Lager lips entangled, taste buds sweeten.

Wild weekends, smoke-filled and boozy,

White frothy beer like a bubbling jacuzzi, 

Finding nirvana talking over white cans, 

Feelings we thought would last two lifespans.

Her drinking slowed, mine spiralled out of control,

She started a career, I began life on the dole, 

She worked in hospitals, while I lived in them, 

Flourishing, as I lugged bottles like binmen.

Natural born drinkers, now history inkblots, 

She walked away, unscathed; I did not.