At the Top of Every Bar

At the top of every bar lies the expensive whiskey. The heavy stuff. The hangover maker and heartbreak curer. You don't bring down that bottle to celebrate, you bring it down to grieve.

For the girl that never texted back.

For the friends you drifted from.

For the parents you lost.

For the dream you didn't achieve.

For the grandkids that forgot you.

This is the only job for that bottle of whiskey. Until then, it waits. For heartbreak will surely come again.