Automatically In The Past

It’s an automatic response;

I hear the slurred words,

I smell the alcohol on your breath

And I instantly tense.

 

I remember those nights;

He stumbled down the stairs,

Breaking the window

And I am instantly afraid.

 

I know you’re not him;

He drank more,

He lost control

And I should not compare you to him.

 

But it’s an automatic response;

You drink,

I remember

And the hurt begins again.