i've been gone awhile. this is what i've been doing.
I drank white wine last night,
which is rare for me
without you.
That I bought it with a friend
whose love has run aground
means nothing unless you give
coincidence a chance.
But there was definitely something
in the white wine
that had part of our story
and wanted the rest.
I wasn't prepared
for an invitation to that activity
but it came naturally.
Let me put it this way.
In the odour of it now
was the flavour of it then.
(You know how the senses work
on us.)
There you were, kicking
your way to the surface of my evening,
and not because you found something
pretty at the bottom.
I watched you kick
for quite some time.
It was the white wine
kept us going, wasn't it.
Through the fiasco like two old thesps.
(You've got to play the madness
at its own game.)
All I really care about now
is the ache in my gut
from staying up late with the white wine,
listening to love songs
full of excuses.
I drank white wine last night,
which is rare for me
without you.
That I bought it with a friend
whose love has run aground
means nothing unless you give
coincidence a chance.
But there was definitely something
in the white wine
that had part of our story
and wanted the rest.
I wasn't prepared
for an invitation to that activity
but it came naturally.
Let me put it this way.
In the odour of it now
was the flavour of it then.
(You know how the senses work
on us.)
There you were, kicking
your way to the surface of my evening,
and not because you found something
pretty at the bottom.
I watched you kick
for quite some time.
It was the white wine
kept us going, wasn't it.
Through the fiasco like two old thesps.
(You've got to play the madness
at its own game.)
All I really care about now
is the ache in my gut
from staying up late with the white wine,
listening to love songs
full of excuses.
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dasha:
nice words Popeye! I believe I read them once in a letter...
dasha:
I heart you!