Dear Friend, Chapter 7: The Meetings

Sitting here,
Seeing everyone just as broken as myself,
Everyone telling their story of why they're here,
I feel the spotlight on me,
"Go on, tell them who you are",
I hear your voice telling me,
Shakily I respond,
"Hi I'm Skyler and I'm an alcoholic",
"I have been, for now seven years",
"I would tell myself I'm clean",
"Night in and night out",
"I'd be blaming myself for my friends death",
"I know he's here with me",
The room going colder,
Feeling everyone glare at me,
Feeling the world blame me for this too,
But i guess this is the world I'm in,
Being alone in this fault,
Telling myself "it is my fault",
So I'm going back to the bench,
Hoping you'll be here,
In person,
Having our usual lunch together,
Even in the blistering heat,
I miss you so much