Wine

I drank too much wine

And now my stomach is curled

With the memory of you. 

I drank too much wine

And now the blurred images 

In front of my eyes are you 

Walking a little behind me

I drank too much wine 

And now your hand is in mine 

And my lips are on yours 

And your eyes are meeting mine 

I drank too much wine 

And the silence stops 

Confessions and secrets 

Are falling from your lips 

I drank too much wine 

And you're on the train platform

And you're letting me kiss you 

And my heart is pounding 

My lungs are aching for lack of breath

You taste like a summer afternoon 

You look at me like you look at 

Artifacts hidden behind glass 

And I look at you 

Like the fog and mist of a winter's kiss

And I can't let go of you 

I can't take your hand from my grip 

I can't let you slip away. 

I drank too much wine 

And I miss you, I miss you. 

More than I've missed the stars in the sky

The fog on winter days 

The smile on your mouth 

The beautiful secrets you kept on your tongue

The scared, silent look in your eyes 

The explosion of language in your mind 

Perhaps it's too late now to start again 

But I will always remember the night when 

I drank too much wine 

Found your name in my address book 

And under some much-loved guise 

Wrote the first things I would write to you

And I have missed you ever since. 

Reviews

[Papricoon]

Hey, this one could make a song. I mean, the repetition is effective and the emotion is clear. Sounds to me like blues for the moment.
But...I'm not going to guess what that wine was like.

[Belle Bamford]

"I drank too much wine and you're on the train platform" was where my heart sped up. This is beautiful.