I’m still standing on your doorstep—
We’re still kissing on the porch.
and I’m still sipping at the whiskey
that you barely even poured.

And you won’t let me inside,
but I can see that light in your eyes.

Now I’m dreading my tomorrows
and I long for yesterday,
because I don’t have time to wallow
in my memories today.

Have you forgotten me,...