Pour Me A Glass Of Wine...

I don't like wine.  I don't like champagne.  I'm not a big drinker at all really.  However, today seems like a day to end with a glass of wine.  Unfortunately, I neither have any, nor would I enjoy it if I did.  And still, I want one.

I know that seems odd, 
but it... 

Spilling Wine

Careful protection
Silent objections
The tipping of the glass

The day is hung over
Nowhere any closer
To knowing what to ask

Liquid loss lands
Between our two hands
Wishing this would pass

Between us now is pain
And decade-old stains
And the knowing this might last

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