just one drink

i sip

now at a drink.

i linger,

i feel the glass against my lips,

the chill

of ice

in gin.

i taste the tartness

of a cut lime.

i have no where to be.

there's no rush,

nothing

important to attend to.

i sip now

at a drink.

whereas in the past

i need three or four,

hurried down,

but now, 

just one. just one

will do the trick

to help forget you.