As I drink my whiskey

And remember their names

I long for their voices

And what that meant to me.

But I cannot live

Forever in the past

Annihilating my self

To merge with the dead

As if I could live their dreams.

Their memory is safe with me

Burned in my bones

Like the first time I saw a topless woman in Africa

It is not a question of holding on

It will always be there

Until my body turns to dust.

So I will drink my whiskey

And remember their names

And their voices

And what that means to me

Knowing that their memory

Is not a weight to carry,

But rather a foundation on which to build…

And I know they would like this whiskey.