Thoughts & Poetry

Drunk on Our Brand of Whiskey

Drunk on our brand of whiskey

Reminiscing—
Thinking—
What was…
What is…
Could have been’s.
Drunk on our brand of whiskey
Swirling—
Sinking—
Deep down…
Nostalgia…
I yearned for you.

Drunk on our brand of whiskey
I think of you
Closed my eyes and see you
Clearly as I could ever have
Open my eyes
I suddenly see in blur
And finally…
I wept
Drunk on our brand of whiskey.

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