Well Tequila

I never saw myself here, 
Sitting in this place, 
Trying to numb the pain. 

I saw myself home with him, 
Chasing small children,
Soaking in the love they’d give. 
When that dream shattered, 
I pictured someone better. 

But nearly three years later, 
I’m farther from where I thought I’d be. 
I hoped for a top-shelf margarita; 
I’m settling for well tequila. 

I never saw myself here. 
I never saw my life this way. 
With each year that passes,
My expectations fade. 
I’ll be alone forever. 
And maybe, 
Just maybe, 
That’s okay. 

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