Passive Drinking

That unsteady step

As you walk in

Late at night.

Those reddened eyes

As you try to focus

On the door knob.

That slur in your voice

As you talk to me

Unaware of what you speak.

That recklessness in your manner

Which you will forget

Before you wake up tomorrow.

That unguardedness in your action

As you stand without consciousness

Unaccountable for all you do.

They say passive smoking hurts more

Maybe passive drinking does too;

For I can neither forget nor forgive.

Maybe I should stop you

From your daily little trips

Down those meandering lanes.

Or maybe, I should start with some too.

Perhaps, to abstain is worse: it must be better

To drink and forget.