Rbs2

Tonight I drink your favorite whiskey down, two fingers at a time. I can still remotely feel your animalistic need, the hunger pounding at you. Palpable and true. Lover, I wont be sad for your life tonight. You are as real as the smoke in my lungs, real and transparent and weightless now. I smile at the memory of your beautiful voice. And the bonnie little boy you never lost. Someday, far from my dreams and memories released from earthly restraint, we will return to our Scotland. And dance upon the widest shores.