The Engineer’s Regret
—a poem where precision breaks and memory hums like a fan in the dark
He built it right—he always did,
Each wire neat, no circuit hid.
The angles true, the logic tight,
Yet still it failed beneath the night.
Two ounces Scotch to ground the frame,
A base of smoke, not pride or shame.
Cynar flows next, a bitter trace,
Like solder burned on time’s pale face.
A touch of sherry, dry and lean,
To echo plans he’d left unseen.
And mole bitters, dark and sly,
For all the “whys” he can’t untie.
He stirs it slow, as if to fix
The past with math and oil slicks.
But gears can’t hold what hearts undo—
And blueprints don’t forgive like you.
📜 The Engineer’s Regret – The Recipe
- 2 oz Single Malt Scotch
- ½ oz Cynar
- ½ oz Dry Sherry (like Fino or Amontillado)
- 1 dash Mole Bitters
- Garnish: None—perfection doesn’t need decoration
Instructions:
Stir with quiet deliberation over ice.
Strain into a rocks glass, neat or over one cube.
Serve with a side of silence, and maybe a draft revision of the soul.
Best paired with blueprints that no longer match the world, or blue eyes that no longer match the smile.