It was a glass of wine then,
It’s a glass of wine now.
I was in a dream then,
I am in hell now.
Same colour, same red
I poured it quietly
I awakening something dead
I wanted to drift out of sobriety.
With every drop, a moment emerged
An innocent instant, a memory
With every drop the pain submerged
It is painful, it’s killing me.
It touched my lips
Like you did
I let the liquid slowly drip
Into me while closing my lids
And so I remembered for the last time
How it went out of the flow
I am committing a crime
Of letting you go….
S.
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