Jack Rolph - Whiskey

I reach through the shadows of a kitchen,
groping the air for the friend I need.
I touch your neck, cold on my skin,
my lifeline as my spirit bleeds.

I reach for a glass, transparent
like the people on a subway train,
then I pour your amber whispers
and I drink away my pain.

As I wander in lonely silence
through the motions of my life,
you lift from me a storm cloud,
yet you cut me like a knife.

So as I lay here in my bedsit,
no love, no life, no light,
I’ll let your arms embrace me,
as I drift on into night.

Jack Rolph

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