On the Rocks
 
how many times can we put this on the rocks
before it goes straight to our heads?
passing the cup back and forth
'I'm sorry' being our favorite catchphrase.
We drink to those words.
stealing refreshments from the bar counter,
and from eachother.
Meeting here night after night.
It's been this way for years.
What is love?
where, when, why?
What do we share?
Is it love?

By bcf2006

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