My Last Drink

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As I rest the empty glass on the bar,
I can see out the corner of my eye
another one sliding up next to me.
I wanted to raise my hand to say “no thanks.”
But I have to admit she appeared like a cocktail,
smelling of schnapps,
looks simple enough to be complicated.
I wondered if she was reality or something from my imagination.
Did I want one more for the road to rinse out the last bad taste?
Her size just right betwixt tall, not too much,
and small just the right size.
I took a second glance hoping to see thru sober eyes.
What did I see? My last drink for sure;
the one to end my darksome journey,
the last drink I need.

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