I sip wine,
and reminisce
about old times,
nostalgia
taking me places
I adored,
places where you and I
once met, crossed paths;
even for some
unknown reasons
later
parted ways.
Now and then,
I see us
through the empty glass
I hold in my cold hands,
drifting to Neverland,
consumed by the joy of fire
after every droplet and
the taste of the fine liquid
evaporates in my veins,
smoothly cutting my throat
like volcanic fire
without a fight.
Then, I mend
alone and dream,
hoping that I’d share
a moment with you again.
So I tell myself,
I should keep opening
another bottle of wine
and get lost
in the past memory
and see
if this loneliness brings me
to your doorstep.
@jobiranyc 9-6-23
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 12:52 AM UTC
I sip wine,
and reminisce
about old times,
nostalgia
taking me places
I adored,
places where you and I
once met, crossed paths;
even for some
unknown reasons
later
parted ways.
Now and then,
I see us
through the empty glass
I hold in my cold hands,
drifting to Neverland,
consumed by the joy of fire
after every droplet and
the taste of the fine liquid
evaporates in my veins,
smoothly cutting my throat
like volcanic fire
without a fight.
Then, I mend
alone and dream,
hoping that I’d share
a moment with you again.
So I tell myself,
I should keep opening
another bottle of wine
and get lost
in the past memory
and see
if this loneliness brings me
to your doorstep.
@jobiranyc 9-6-23
