hanging pictures

all day
today
the walls filled
with memories
and now
a glass
of whiskey
to wash away
this feeling
of loss
and ease these ghosts
into the past
where they belong

3 thoughts on “hanging pictures

  1. Reminds me of lines from another poem…’I lift my glass and invite the moon/with my shadow we made three’. (Li Bai‘s ‘Drinking Alone Under the Moon’)

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