Whiskey On a Cold Afternoon

My thoughts of you are like whiskey on a cold afternoon. 

Painful to swallow and blurry.

 There was a really good thing right in front of my eyes, I didn't need a lifetime with you to realize that. 

 As the sky was starting to fall into darkness, I started to fall apart.

"Tell me what to say so I don't lose you again" he said.  

There was a reason I collided into you.

 Maybe it was life, trying to teach me a lesson. 

A lesson that's going to make me a stronger woman. 

Maybe it was God, trying to make a fool out of me. 

 Maybe the whiskey is all that I have left of you. 

"You broke my heart" I said at last. 

 "But yet left me smiling."

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"There was a reason I collided into you.
Maybe it was life, trying to teach me a lesson.
A lesson that's going to make me a stronger woman.
Maybe it was God, trying to make a fool out of me.
Maybe the whiskey is all that I have left of you."
The "maybe's" in our lives stay with us for a long time... This is heart-touching..
Though I have no idea how "whiskey on a cold afternoon" feels like, still nice impression.. Good work here! I loved reading this..

[Giulia King]

Unfortunately they do..
Thank you so much for reading Yumna! Always appreciated :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome, Gullia! Always a pleasure 😊

[Inject Positivity]

The title is very interesting and that is what brought me to this poem... I like the ending so much to be honest, simply because of the way the poet showed how much she craves for that person yet feels hurt by the way he treated her... I also like the thoughts you have shared about accepting the situation as getting stronger for future... Excellent work frnd...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Giulia King]

I'm so happy that you liked it! Thank you for taking your time and review my poem! It means alot to me :) You have captured it very well. I think that in the end all you can do is look at life and smile. Tragic moments somehow turn into beautiful poems which is both good and bad.

[Robert Haigh]

Bitter-sweet. Life and love can hit us like that. If we can still have a few smiles left when all the smoke clears, then it has surely been worthwhile! I enjoyed the read.

[Giulia King]

Once it hits you, it hits you hard. Thank you for reading! :)

[Wondering Mind]

I suppose Whiskey can "hit" you like that- harsh, bitter and blurs; obscuring sense from the senses- like an misunderstood love.
With time I learned how to handle both.

[Giulia King]

My thoughts exactly!

[Woolliza]

The title really caught me. I enjoyed the unexpected use of simile and the hint of a story without going into unnecessary details. I might slightly change the wording here and there, but that's more of a personal preference.

[Giulia King]

I'm happy you liked it. Thank you for your kind words!

[aLittlePain]

Hello, I enjoyed this a lot! I am enticed by such writes, the allure of alcohol usually conjures a feeling of romanticism. Though whiskey here is used on the flip side it's incredibly clever and unexpected. There is a strong scent of regret and longing which you've expressed with some poignant well measured lines. Very nicely done. Regards Ray

[Giulia King]

I'm so happy you enjoyed it Ray! You have captured my poem very well! Thank you so much! xo

[Jamey]

Whiskey is my drink of choice...this was really well put together

There was a reason I collided into you

Beautiful

[Giulia King]

Cheers! I'm glad you liked it. Thank you so much :)

[Pete]

Great metaphor. Enjoyed this. It creates a mood or feeling for me and draws me in. Well done.

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much!

[M. Hassen]

When I read "like whiskey on a cold afternoon," I thought that was a good and comforting thing. But, I understand that non-whiskey drinkers might not agree with that. I just wanted to make sure you're aware that you are using a comparison that means the complete opposite to different people.

[Giulia King]

I think of whiskey as something cold and bitter. I decide to write about it from my perspective. Maybe other people enjoy drinking it and think of it as something positive. I can't think about how others may feel about a certain thing because then all writers wouldn't be able to write about things they have on their minds.

[M. Hassen]

Yeah, I don't mean it's a bad thing. The fact that there there are very different interpretations of that comparison adds complexity. For example, the last line, "But yet left me smiling," is something I would associate with whiskey on a cold afternoon, but others wouldn't. I think you can exploit the interesting fact that that there are divergent tastes to create a remarkably deep poem.

[Giulia King]

I feel like when I post something and it's up here it's totally up to the reader to interpret with this poem, however they want to. Maybe it was the whiskey that made her smile or maybe it was "him". I leave it up to you. :)