You haven’t drank this beverage just once or twice, thousands of times perhaps, still you stare intently at the bottle as if you have laid eyes upon it for the first time.
And then your pupils dilate, the look abruptly losing its purpose, you’re thinking about something.
What can it be you’re toiling over?
Mysteries of the universe?
Purpose of life?
Or about a moment we shared?

“I gotta pee… sorry..” is what I hear you telling me, in a hurry to leave,
and out comes my sudden reply
“Hope you drown in it when you’re done.”

© Ali Qureshi