In My Glass
In the swirl of whiskey, I see your face,
A ghost in amber, haunting this place.
With every sip, I drown a little more,
But it’s your name I still implore.
The world’s a blur, spinning slow,
Yet your memory, it won’t let go.
You were my solace, my sweet refrain,
Now just the source of this bitter pain.
I raise my glass, toast to the past,
To a love that was too good to last.
In my drunken haze, I finally see,
The fault was mine, undeniably.
I lost you in a fog of my own design,
Chasing shadows, missing the sign.
Now all that’s left is this empty glass,
And a reflection of what I let pass.
I laugh, but it’s hollow, not real,
A desperate attempt not to feel.
Because in this stupor, it’s crystal clear,
You were my everything, and now you’re not here.
So I drink to forget, but all I find,
Is you in the depths of my mind.
I can’t escape, can’t even pretend,
That I didn’t bring about our end.
Here’s to the nights we used to share,
And to the man who didn’t care.
Until it was too late to make things right,
Now I drink alone in the silence of night.
A toast to you, my lost, my dear,
Even in this fog, you’re painfully near.
But I smile, though it’s bitter, laced with regret,
Because it’s all I deserve, all I’ll ever get.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
