those old wine glasses
sat empty collecting dust
so pretty on their stems
everywhere she went
she’d pack them up in paper
traveling so careful
waiting for the day
when she'd sit, sip her wine
just to remember
the excitement in your eyes
just the other day
one fell to the floor
and a tear escaped from inside her
the day never came
and she’s missing you today
1 comment:
My Sherri,
Hey .....love you! Thinking of you today and lots of other days. One day when I learn to love wine, I will come and sip with you ok? Even though I know it won't be the same.
Have a happy new year.
love love love Jess
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