Whiskey Neat

The cigarette smoke grows thick The whiskey is becoming smooth Words as well are forming neat Yet the mind wanders for whom? Without days we became With days we become as one In the world, we bear not a name In our world, we only become There are so much things I cannot do I can only refill my empty glass Some distance... so far me and you Moments yet... our moments outlast I love and miss you so much But I cannot tell it to you so If not poetry I can only touch Strangers to the world, they only know And I held on... I hold on Wondering how are you without you Some companions with indeed I belong My glass of whiskey... they only knew