I could have listened to you every night your soothing breaths colliding into the haze between awake and utter oblivion, my moments twisted around the sound of your voice. I could have drank you forever. Swallowed you whole, ignoring the burning in my chest tears stinging my eyes, tongue repelling, sick of the taste of future regret vomited across morning afters. I would have sipped you down every waking day. You were my cool shot of whiskey I'm sober now.