Whiskey Weather Poem by Lacie Hebert

You only called when the sky went gray, 
When the world felt heavy and slipped away.
When your pride got low and your nights got long, 
And the silence felt too loud and wrong.

You were never there when the sun was high, 
Only when you needed to hide your sky.
I was the place you ran to heal, 
But never the love you chose to feel.

You poured your hurt into my hands,  Then left me standing where it lands. Like I was built for storms like you, 
But never meant to see them through.

And I learned the shape of your goodbye, 
It always came when you could fly.
But came right back when you fell apart, 
Dragging your chaos through my heart.

Now I see it clear and plain, 
I was shelter for your pain.
Not your home, not your peace, 
Just somewhere your storms could briefly cease.