I couldn’t begin to count, the countless memories I’ve lost with each pour of the whiskey bottle

Everyone disintegrating from a sip of substance A mind washed away from a forever empty glass
A fading hint of cologne lost on an empty pillow
I suddenly remember, all that you were

and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.