Whiskey Glass

Brandon Myers
The fire of love burns hot enough
that it can consume your heart
I feel myself die just a little bit more
with every spit and spark

Where has mine gone?
Is she roaming....lost?
I'd pay the any price to find her
Not knowing is the highest cost

Now I'm sitting on the porch
pondering future, present, and past
There's ashes in my whiskey
and a lifetime in this glass

Copyright 2006, 2008 Brandon Joel Myers

Published by Brandon Myers

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  • Ritu Lalit3/9/2009

    Oh wow!! I love this poem

  • Maria Roth10/7/2008

    I love the last two lines: "There's ashes in my whiskey/and a lifetime in this glass"--excellent!

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