Whiskey Burn

Trying to forget...

Whiskey wisdom
swirls in my glass
and in my mind...

alcohol does nothing
to soothe the silence

just makes me see things
through an amber glass
ice melts in its bitterness

and I swallow back another shot of loneliness.

At my quiet bar called self pity
I wonder how I came to be in this place,
I was fine without you

(really I was)

you dropped in and offered some hope,
only to take it back
dropping your two cents on the bar
you left without a sound,

I watch a door shut.

(how many have I watched...)

My glass empty
I reach for another

it does nothing to numb the pain,
I don't even like to drink...

but I need something to burn
the taste of your kiss
from my mouth

even if it was just a promise of one.

© BAN