poured myself another glass

Poured myself another glass,
Watching the ruby drained from the bottle,
Mixing the colors in my glass,
I can’t stop my thoughts from racing back to you,
And I shouldn’t,
You’re long gone from my system,
Or you should be,
Haven’t thought about you in a while…
But I find myself pouring myself another glass,
Your image in my mind hazy,
But my memory of your touch crystal,
Maybe this is the only time I’m truly honest with myself,
When my glass is half drown, coursing through my thoughts,
And I speak in cursive,
So exotic and mysterious
So sad and heart breaking,
Do I miss you or the feeling?
Ask me when I finished the bottle,
And there’s nothing left for me to cling to.

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