A bottle of Jameson
sits on my shelf
opened but not empty.
My glass, filled with
watered down whiskey,
an afternoon well spent.
Rain drops on my window
beg me to stay inside.
With my back to the wall, I slide.
The new year,
come and gone, resolutions checked,
and new ones created.
My weekend spills into the week,
No phone,
no television,
no noise,
I'm home.
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