I recognized their particular shade of spin as soon as they dripped from his exquisite lips.
I wanted to drink deep of that shade.
Drown in those lips.
Convince myself I didn’t already taste that familiar undertone of acid.
I could have played along.
For just a little while.
I could have leaned in close,
lips curled ever so slightly,
I could have slipped my hand in his,
And disappeared past midnight,
Kept that harsh song of loneliness silenced for a night,
Or maybe two.
They were lies.
And there wasn’t enough whiskey in the world tonight…
To make me forget.