Love Poem: Whiskey Bottle
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Written by: Chad Weeks

Whiskey Bottle

There is a whiskey bottle on my floor
& your memory is about to walk through my door

Aided by this Rye
You will come in and say “hi”

The door is locked
And you wont knock

Your smile will melt through “why?”
As I question, “If we will ever try”

Your brown eyes
Will see through my lies

And when you whisper my name
The past and now will become the same

The love in your voice 
Will relive each choice

We will sit like nothing went wrong
Listening to the radio in hopes of that song

Your smile will never fade
And all along I stayed

This memory I hope to store
Because soon you will return through that door
& I will be left with this whiskey bottle on my floor