Poetry - Whiskey

I wrote this poem in a creative writing class in college.  The prompt was to compare two things in a Venn diagram. I compared a kiss and a shot of whiskey.  I no longer have the diagram I came up with, but this poem has to be one of my favorite things I've written. 

Whiskey

I can’t forget the events of those nights

The taste of whiskey in your kisses

The smell of it on your breath

I’m haunted by the feel of your hands

And the soft curses spoken

I remember every whispered promise

Those of love, marriage and a family

I remember the night those promises stopped

And all that remained was the whiskey

The burn of it all going down

I’ve tried to drink away these memories

But nothing can burn them away

When I drink rum I only get sick

The same with vodka and tequila

I’ve tried whiskey, but it reminds me of you

Taking a shot of whiskey is like kissing you

My whole system is affected by it

My mouth goes numb and

Everything tastes weaker after

It’s a taste that can never be forgotten

I can remember my first shot of whiskey

Just like I remember our first kiss

And haunted by our last kiss

I swore I’d never shoot whiskey again

But I crave the burn