LaCroix at 1 AM, a Haiku

I crack it open.
Razz-crannberry LaCroix can.
I take a few sips.

I hear it bubbling.
It has been thirty minutes.
Pleasant background noise.

But then I finish it.
Gone are the bubbling bubbles.
Just an empty can.

Don’t read into this
It is just about La Croix.
Drank at 1 AM.

Or give it meaning.
That is all up to you, dawg.
This is the end, bye.