Sweet Red

From the first sip,
I feel my jaw tingling.
I relax, take a deep breath,
and close my eyes
to savor it.

I bite my lip
the way you once did,
and I reach for my glass again
as I feel my eyes drip.
I just want a kiss.
If I knew our last one
would have been our last one,
I would have savored it.

Remember when we would
sip wine and start arguing?
Actually, we would guzzle it
'til crazy emotions kicked in.
I would cry while you were screaming,
or you would cry when I talked about leaving.
After all the insults, I'd convince you the fights
were for no reason.
And you believed it 'til you sobered up
one weekend.

You left me on a Sunday.

I've been with plenty men since then,
but tonight I feel like
we just broke up
last weekend.

As I paid for our favorite wine,
I saw a guy who looked just like
one of them.
You would think I would have been inspired
to write about him,
but the emptiness I felt
looking at that stranger
reminded me of you.

So here I am
listening to music
you'd never listen to,
wearing a hairdo
you'd never be attracted to,
while doing the thing
we always loved to do...
drink wine and create art.

Didn't we create art?
Do you remember
my background vocals
to your song?
Do you remember
when I told you
I first fell for you?
It was when I first watched you play.
You don't need a reminder
I know you will always remember
I'm the first girl
to accept you for who you are.

But you didn't accept my love.
You didn't value my heart.

You are just gone.

The wine still pours,
I'm not woken up
from your snores
It's time to move on and
quit fantasizing.

Maybe if I keep jumping
between men,
I'll settle down
with one of them.
We live, forgive,
and forget
cause you can never recreate
the tingle of the first sip.