When Wine Doesn’t Taste The Same Without You

I wear the sweater from you,

even though it’s already worn out.

 

The night when you drove your car,

and I sat beside you;

millions of headlights from a distance so far;

collecting their selves and covering your face

The touch of your hand made-

-me forget everything around me.

 

Your neck in tension;

it’s dimple;

I still can see.

You turned yourself to something that got your attention

 

Your laugh unmistakable,

with your freckles;

so incredible.

 

The sharp shape from your jawline;

so  wonderful and define .

 

Will it ever be easy to find love again?

Will it ever be easy to drink this wine,

without you?

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