Empty cups and a beautiful Amanda Shires/Maren Morris song.
Empty cups..
In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became.
Today we have empty cups and no-more words to say. I wrote to my journal. When love died. Love died hard and bloody. Dying, crying and filling the empty glass with the Irish whiskey.
Last medicine for the broken heart. Is the jazz and the whiskey. They have never broke my heart.
Coyote