Whisky

The last swill of a length of whisky.

The chime of the glass. 

The dull sullen thud when it meets the coaster again.

That conversation that only manages to worm its way out

With the new found confidence that only alcohol brings.

The day after. 

The why did I say thats. 

The doing something wrongs. 

The sinking feeling.

That we will have to have 

Yet another one of those talks.

Or worse, that we won't.