Drinking regret

 Drinking regret 

How does it taste?

The loss

The emptiness 

No soothing words

When all has gone to hell in a hand basket

Does it taste gray

Like desperation 

Or beige like 

Chunks of your soul 

Broken off, dying 

Perhaps it is red

Like an angry gaping wound 

Regret

Burning like whiskey 

And you can’t hold your liquor 

Bitter and strong 

Like sleeping alone 

With no heart to warm you 

Does it rise up

In your throat like bile

Undigested jumble 

Of memories and longings 

For soft words, kind smiles 

The patience and trust 

You spilled on the ground 

A careless transaction 

Bought you a cold bed 

Drink deep

Learn to love the taste 

Of a ghost 

You poured this glass 

Yourself