Whiskey Lullaby

The scent of vanilla shampoo filled his sheets.

Her fuzzy pajama shorts lie on the chair.

He drinks his whiskey, in hopes for the day she comes back.

Safely into his arms. Yet, only realizes she drew her last breath just last week.

The turtle ice cream remains in the freezer, just half eaten.

He sobs quietly as he continues to drink his whiskey.

Hoping for her arrival.