Whiskey Again


You’ve gone now,

But these remnant thoughts of you add burden.

And it gets heavier every day.

You have a piece of me now,

One I never meant to leave.


These tears are new, what did you do?

It’s me who is the one who gets to run away. 


Distraction and whiskey, and whiskey again.

Whiskey only numbs the pain for so long.

But the night always ends, as we hope for the day.