So many feelings,
bottled and uncorked.
Like fine wine,
They mature,
waiting for such sweet release.

I am bitter no more,
for you and I have,
traveled so far and,
for so long.
I will always welcome our past.

I turn around to go,
grab two glasses,
so that we may reminisce about,
our many journeys together.

When I return,
you are gone once more.
And again,
I sip alone,
toasting you,
celebrating us.

While the wine is exquisite,
what we had was even better.
I quickly cork the bottle,
to try to keep the memories forever.