The Last Drink

The last drink

It stung, going down and I knew it would hurt the next day.
So someone was going to talk sense, was he?
Say it like how it should be?

One drink for courage and then she walked in.
We sat together and drank a few.
So much to say. Be determined and speak.

But now.
But what?
But that I'm lying here trying to remember what was said and I
can't.

The last drink tasted funny but I drank it alone.