Victory Theme

Cold morning by the woods and a hangover blue sky
My brother was with me.
We walked in silence and still your name was on my lips
The crunch of leaves saying everything I wasn’t,
He turned to me, knowing what was on my mind, and said “You are looking only at yourself.”
He’s right. The memory of your face is a mirror,

so I was in love with my reflection.
Were you in love with yours?
I exhale, trying to remove this truth.
I inhale, bringing this sober chill inside.
I exhale, and my eyes met his,
“You can only see your breath when it is cold. What does that mean?”
His eyes remind me of my own.

Sober. I’m awake, right?
Sober.
Hey. Today. I’m here. Truth.
Eh, accept. Accept?
…
Accept? Sober.

Don’t accept it, nope. Why?
That’s obvious. Sober.

Same sentence, different punctuation.
No exclamation points this day,
at least until I accept another way.