He brought the glass to his lips
Sipping the scotch, of pain once again
The familiarity was warm and welcoming
The bitter taste of memories
Albeit long forgotten
Had managed to tickle the taste buds of his heart right away
Holding his drink in his mouth
He relished the bitterness
Remeniscing slowly, pains he had long got over
Memories and pain, like scotch
Only get richer, bitter with time, he discovered
As the night went by
The moon tracing an arc along the sky
His drinks refused to cease
Years of abstinence had made him thirsty for his own pain
The stupor of forgotten love
Fuzzing the horizon of consciousness
As those eyes looked out at him from the laptop screen
Silent, sober, happy
No more words, no more answers sought
And over the night
The frozen lava of worthless tears
Melted for the one last time
And made its way back
To where it belonged!
Tonight was the last night of pain
The last night
Possibly
