You finally downed the drink,
The glass filled with
Jack Daniels apologies
That I had been
Holding out for
Along with the
Full realization of
How you hurt me so

How my sweet tea lips
And lemonade naivety
Did not quite understand
How to handle each step
You took
Closer and closer to the door

How my quotidian tea,
Every evening,
Was spiked with
Harsh, bitter whisky
Since the night you left
To parallel your invective words

You still do not understand
That when the trees
Murmured a sweet song
To the ears of the world
I would instinctively
Shimmy out of my dress
In search of love
Thinking the leaves
Danced down
Only for me

But,
I have since learned that I cannot
Handle the whisky
As it tastes too much
Like your kisses
And I am trying
To train my mind
To not intuitively
Feel foolish at the
Sight of sweet tea
Which leaves me
Somewhere in the middle;
Not here,
And not quite there

Struggling at the bar
For a drink
That tastes right
Has become my
New nightly routine
But at least
I’m trying.