Love Poem: The Last Whisky

The Last Whisky

The last shot of whisky
The bottle will be empty
The taste and flavor 
Still superb and dainty

The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
Maintain the same degree   

Far away, you are now 
I feel like you drop me 
In dark and doleful night 
With the glass empty 

The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
No change in quality