Champagne

Now you’re breathing champagne
I can feel it sparkle on my skin
while you revel in the falseness
of forgivable sin

Now I can feel the air around you
deflate and search for words
to stop your own from hemorrhaging
and to heal whatever hurts

Now you’re breathing champagne
while you stumble to the places you once called home
like the park behind my house
and the west end record store

Now you can feel the world behind you
nipping at your heels
like the hundred hungry hounds
and the weapons they conceal

Now you’re breathing champagne
like it’s oxygen
and you are
lost at sea.

I wrote a note on the bottom of the bottle
you can read when you’re in pain
“keep the memories in your chest
and keep breathing champagne.”.