Within the clatter

I will sit here tonight and drink too much
and hope that it will help me forget
the softness of your kisses as they
were laid gently on my shoulder, when
the late of night was still young.

I will once again remember the loss that was
your touch when the ice clatters on the inside
of the glass that I am holding.

Tonight is a night like we would have spoke
of promises that were fulfilled yesterday,
and embraces that fell short of things
we needed tonight.

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