You’re at the corner of the bar,
Holding the same tulip-shaped glass of whiskey
With the crutch of your hand,
Swirling it in smooth circular movements I always tried but failed to imitate.
You only drink whiskey.
You only drink whiskey in a tulip shaped glass.
You’re always at the corner of the bar- far corner of the bar.
But always with me.
This time you’re by yourself.
I know that look you're wearing,
Indifferent, detached
As if you really aren’t there.
But I know what that means.
I know you.
I know why you like whiskey
And why you drink it out of a tulip-shaped glass.
I know why you always stand in the corner of the bar- the far corner of the bar
And why you now look indifferent.
The only thing I don’t know.
Is why you stand there without me this time.
About the Creator
T. Licht
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Comments (4)
Oh, brilliant poem.
Fantastic! Well written! Loved this! Great work!
Yeah.. Thank you for commenting.
Yikes. Well maybe good riddance. Loved your poem and how it is laid out.