Whiskey and poetry

Of all the gin joints, in all towns, in all worlds, he walks into mine.

Forgive and let go These words keep on resonating in my ears. But how do I forgive you when you never asked for it How do I forget when all you do is reminding me Every step away is like a call to you Whenever I forget you make a step to remind me Sometimes… Continue reading Of all the gin joints, in all towns, in all worlds, he walks into mine.