Water & Whiskey, Water & Wine

Published in Unquiet Desperation 1.20, January 2008.

While you sleep soundly in the bedroom,

in the kitchen, I make ice from cold water.

Streaming, freezing,

expanding into something larger

than it ever could have been without me,

maybe...

You don't snore,

but I'm sure the pillow is wet from your tears,

slow to dry and evaporate,

slow to leave you and your thoughts,

and your red, red cheeks

from generously poured French wine,

and promises too sweet.

I may have spilled just a bit;

I'm sure you will remind me in the morning.

But, for now I sit in the kitchen,

swirling an ice-chilled glass of Irish whiskey,

thinking of what went wrong,

and where.

And as I sip, I forget all about the stain

while it settles in fast,

and a splash of lukewarm water might have

prevented it.

Author's Note

This has already been published... however, I have edited it slightly from the original.

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