I drink to lose you,
the veritable surface of a glossy fantasy
hoping the warmth of whiskey
would melt the icy core of your memory
and I could let you evaporate -
perspiration on my skin.but most plans
which involve the bottle
often backfire.so instead of eluding you
so instead of dislodging you
so instead of forgetting you
I remember: the letters, the jokes
the private moments, the tenderest seconds.
the beginnings. the finalities.they rush back with every shot.
Awwwwww :’(




