Distant Whiskey
I can feel it coming at me.
This need to drink alone.
It's not a bad thing.
It's just a part of what life needs.
I can smell it in the air.
The cinnamon rolls that drive you to remember tears.
It's not a bad thing.
It's just part of life.
I can taste that distant whiskey
running down my throat ready to make
me think a different way.
Making it ok to feel sad again.
Making it ok to be fragile.
I can sense it in the touch.
The wood floor dust gathering on bare feet.
It's not a bad thing.
It's just part.
I can smell that distant whiskey
and the clinking of the ice in the glass.
I can feel the heat of it's cause
as it makes me fight demons in the room.
Making it ok to yell.
Making it ok to cry.
I can hear it in the song that's playing.
That old twang making me smoke cigarettes in-doors.
It's not a bad thing.
It just is.
