That bottle will kill you

That bottle will kill you she says every night
as he sits on the porch, swigging straight from the bottle
he answers in his slurred voice-
this bottle can't kill me, it's empty
he reaches for another
in an old cooler that sits by his side
mark my words, she continues to  say-
that bottle will kill you-
one day
mind your business, he answers with angst
or sure as the sun rises up,
I'll throw this bottle straight at your head
and that'll be that
such terms of endearment, she retorts
though once in her memory there were
long before he took to the bottle
long before they were old and aged
times were different-
warm hearty smiles,
sweet tasting kisses
that bottle will kill you, that's all I will say
and that's all she said,
one time too many
the warning was there
not quick enough to move
as the bottle flew threw the air,
she was gone before she hit the floor-
that bottle,
that bottle,
damn woman,
why couldn't you let it go...