The first time I tasted whiskey
Was when the memories were
Pounding on my door
Carrying the sound of your voice-
Heavy,
Tear laden.
And the only two things I remember
from that voicemail are
When you said
You were sorry
And when you begged me to call back
To please, please call you.
You said that at least three times
And for each time you asked
I took a pill
And then some more
For when I could tell by your voice
You were crying.
And that solitary sip of alcohol
Burned my throat,
It didn't burn like fire or ice
It burned as if I was drinking
Loneliness-
Mine,
Yours.
And since that night I haven't
Even looked at a bottle of whiskey
Because I know it will always taste
Like your apologies
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
