it was easy.
i uncorked
and sprang
this bottle of wine
that i drank tonight.
it escorted me through
a plate of tortilini,
a game of scrabble,
and a conversation of
the various shades of blue
to paint the bedroom.
half way through
i laid in bed with her.
she wore a long shirt,
i wore the same clothes i
was covered in
this morning,
even the wrinkled shirt,
nothing was finished,
but she went to sleep.
and before i was done,
seth and i messaged back
and forth
on why catherine should be
in chicago this weekend,
but nothing was resolved.
and now,
with the entire world's hands
folded in silence
i imagine what's left
as i absorb the last drop
of this bottle.
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