Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter
frost crawls closer,
and for once,
I do not shiver.
The distant memory of you
brings me closure,
even if others tell me you're
a silvery dream -
riding the air like it's a river
you want to occupy forever.
You're a spirit gone for
good, but I won't give up.
I'll find one like you,
or create one for myself,
on a journey toward a home
no fear could forage.
