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... 

is.

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