Do you hear it too?

[enders_solice]

Her glass is empty, last taste still on
Her lips, like him,
Still on her tongue
Her breath catches while her throat burns with whiskey memories
Hand to breast, feel for the skips
Lingering where his prints are fading
Are we fading? She whispers it aloud
Hmmmm, lips together, hinted smile
Fills her glass
Again