Your memory swirls around my head
mixing and mingling
like the wine in my glass,
coloring my world in a deep, rich red.
The alcohol obstructing the pain in my heart
stopping the memories
with a smooth, pungent taste,
I can pretend that we aren’t so far apart.
Like a bouquet of flowers the scent shall linger
filling my soul
with a softness so quiet and relaxing,
I can almost forget the thorn pricking my finger.