I asked for a Macallan 20 year old Scotch
You told me the 10 was really good
And poured me two fingers in an etched glass
I had just been hiking
Trekking
Climbing mountains
Over and through the hills
All night long
An epic journey that took me 8 hours my first go
But went so much faster in my dream
Time was cut in half, my breathing, half as hard
I moved around the boulders with finesse and ease,
Like smooth Scotch whisky on my tongue
I’m losing you fast
I lost you
I guess it wasn’t meant to be
I’m here alone now with my thoughts
I used to feel like you were with me
even when far away
But now I feel the cold
I sense the fear and disappointment
I am sorry I let you down
I am sad and dismayed
Dismantled
I ask for another two fingers in my dream
Hoping the smooth fire will warm the ice
I feel inside