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Friday, August 20, 2010

Wine Bottle Empty

The wine bottle empty
I can’t drink you away
Behind closed eyelids
I see your face
Your kiss a memory
I can still taste

The dance in my heart stilled
Lonely steps now my waltz
Parting is not sweet sorrow
It is a tearing of the soul

I have no tears
I have cried my heart dry
Reflection has gone
From a blessing to my curse

I sit alone staring at a glass
Trying to rally hope
Amongst the red stains
Of wine splattered on the table


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