even three fingers of whiskey

there were days
when the sun shone
brightly & true
before night fell
& they faded
into fragments
of faulty memory
of faces
you would rather forget
even three fingers
of whiskey
can’t erase
all the debris left
of your love

4 thoughts on “even three fingers of whiskey

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.