Wine and Loneliness

Sometime, I sip wine, and reminisce about old times, nostalgia taking me places I adored,

where you and I once met and or crossed paths, and even somehow for unknown or obvious reasons parted ways.

Now and then, I see us through the empty glass, after every droplets of the fine wine is evaporated, cutting my throat smoothly like fire without a fight.

Maybe I should open another bottle of fine wine and see if this loneliness brings me to your doorstep.

midnightink 9-6-23