You gave me Whiskey Fever
and cared for me at leisure
I take a sip,
and toast to the ghost
of our relationship
The bourbon is savored
on my tongue,

but your memory bites
as I swallow
then cough up a lung. 
I drink it down, 
because your love isn’t found
Your absence is what
silence to be so loud.

– kristin l. cook

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