🖋️ Beneath Shifting Skies

“Some memories sweeten with the years—others, you drown in a glass.”

The jukebox plays those old tracks, Steel guitar, harsh memories comin’ back. I swirl the ice looking through a half-empty glass, The older I get, the more I drink to forget the past. The waitress knows I tip in cash, A tired smile, then she makes her dash. She left a note, still stained with tears, I read it slow, through these weary years. I chased dreams I couldn’t hold, Now it’s just me and the barroom cold. Gone are the nights of wild regret, Replaced by rooted truths, I can’t let go. Another year has slipped into the night, Now it’s just me and my lonely silhouette. Some truths you carry, some you let— And the older I get, the more I drink to forget.