Found you one night
I was clearing out
My parents' medicine cabinet
Red drops protruded from your spout
Like crimson petals of a thorny rose

I saved you, of course
Unlike the others you weren't expired
Not yet -- none the worse
For wear, and I put you on my bedside
I had a feeling I'd need you

Insomnia is a fickle fiend
Nights are the worst
Searching for a friend
Because without one I was cursed
To doom away the dusk until dawn

And then you called,
"You got a friend in me,"
And I answered
And red drops flowed into my mouth
Like the kisses of a fallen cherub

This bottle was doomed to crack anyway.