Another Poem

(This poem is really the beginning of a story...I realized it was too close to my past and sometimes its best to let some demons lie)

Alone again.
Some things never change
in the pattern of my life.
I put the last of the reminders
of him in a card board box,
one secured from the liquor store--
Salty Dog Whiskey.
There is irony there;
his favorite drink, his beloved whiskey.
Right now I can't find the humor.
Give me time.
I know I'll see it eventually.