your wine at nine

Wondering where you might be
But knowing what you would be doing
That at this time you'd be sipping your wine
whereever you are, whomever you're with.
I wish I was with you for an hour every night at nine.
I miss talking to you when you have that glass,
And you're playing with it in your hand.
Because you ask me the strangest questions
And you're in that mood in your mind,
When you laugh at my straight answers,
mocking me for being as serious as I'm inclined.
While you're enjoying your wine,
I hide that I enjoy making you smile,
In the night's dimming light of nine.

Sam@041517