Half full memories

The crystal flute is still half full

where you left it on the naked piano

The Pinot Noir bubbles

seem to have escaped

in greater haste than you.

A soft burgundy imprint

of your sultry lips

still sting the top of the glass.

Did I say something wrong?

Did I come on too strong?
Is it somewhere else, you belong?

I'll fill up your glass again

hoping you'd hear

the happy bubbles, calling your name.

Reviews

[Shweta]

I loved the write.. It's beautiful. The imagery is so bitter sweet. The longing and the love is so subtle and evident. Put it in the right way..

Thumbs up. Loved it.
(Could it be a little more lengthier or was it a conscious effort to put nice and short. Any ways it's perfect though)

[Lorry]

Such a bittersweet tale, that resonates within us all, or most at least. I wonder if you cleaned the glass or kept it. One of those things too painful to look at but too painful to throw out.
Beautifully written , with a fantastic end line.

[Ardra]

Half full glass and memories....
You have captured the feel beautifully...love the description of bubbles and her absence...
Nicely done :))

[SleeplessVolcano]

thank you very much :) bubbles have an interesting sound ;)

[Ardra]

Ah that's true... if we listen carefully... to the silent tunes of things everything can sound beautiful and calming to the senses...

[Ana Papaya]

I can certainly relate to that feeling of losing someone and wanting them to come back.
A very visual poem, I could almost see the lip prints on the abandoned glass.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks for your review, Ana. Fortunately for me, "sad" writes such as this one I don't write from personal experience, but I sense them from people around me. No one every warned me that having empathy has side-effects ;)

[Ana Papaya]

not such a bad thing to be high empathy, it was a good write and I learned not to assume everything I read is true. even many of my own are highly embellished or fiction