The Accident

I drunk your drunk. I swept away your words. I breathed the air that abruptly stole your last. I didn't mean to stop the ease of perfection. I swear I just went along. Emotion somehow engages us and marries our measures. I now am unable to cause anything because I'm caught up in this craze called life. Forget this and you have forgot nothing. In the end we remember this notion in sorts. It feels like there is a necessary apology but apparently it's the unforgivable that keeps us mad.