I used to write about wine a lot.
When I used to drink wine a lot.
Wine made everything easier.
It’s always easier
When you don’t have to think.
When you have a convenient scapegoat.
When you don’t have to feel.
It’s easier to drink away the depression
I got nervous when I ran out.
Because then things weren’t so easy.
I’m not sure what I hate more:
Being alone with my thoughts.
But seven months ago
Instead of stopping for a bottle of Merlot
I wandered into a room full of strangers
Who would become so much more