574 – Mindless
The sound of the dripping faucet
keeps banging in my ears.
Like the ominous ticking
of a doomsday clock,
counting the seconds
since you closed the door.
Bourbon
slides down my throat,
quietly drowning my thoughts
in a river of amber
and smoke.
The sound of the summer rain
keeps drumming on the window.
Like the distant roaring
of an ancient ocean
where old loves and memories
die.
A single tear
runs down my cheek,
the last survivor
of the life
we shared.
The sound of the pouring bourbon
keeps ringing in my glass.
Like a whispered lullaby
from an aging muse
patiently devouring
my soul.
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