As I gulped down
Another shot of whiskey,
I unlocked my phone,
Looked at your photograph.
Another night at the bar
Another unsent message,
Saved to drafts.
One more shot of whiskey,
I quaffed hastily.
to burn my desires,
And not dial your number.
Fusion of breathes
Lingered on my lips.
Still all I remember was
The taste of yours.
One more shot of whiskey
to forget my love for you.
And with every other shot,
I fixed my broken heart.
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