I sit alone, lonely,
the evening breeze dancing around my thighs, underneath the dress you loved on me,
flickering candles caressing my pale skin,
empty glasses of wine on empty tables.
I sit alone, lonely,
and I watch the city fall asleep on this sunday evening,
I watch lovers kiss goodbye
and broken hearts run home to their mothers;
for there is nothing a mother can not fix,
but I wonder why it had to be broken in the first place.
I sit alone, lonely,
the waiter kindly reminds me that they are closing,
I nodd, hanging onto my glass of wine,
almost empty,
but still there;
you see, I hang onto the sweet taste of love
and the bitterness which hides underneath your eyelids;
I remember your words, vividly,
and the way your fingertips danced upon my thighs
and the dazzling light of our veranda flickered upon my skin.
I sit alone, lonely,
the last sip of wine;
I see the blurred picture of you,
reaching for me, now.
Empty glass of wine,
but your lips against mine;
a familiar taste.
Jehona Thaqi©
I love this, it’s so beautifully written!
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Thank you so much!
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beautiful, my heart aches for you
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Thank you for your kind words!
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We’ve all got wine on the mind lately!! 😉
I like your use of repetition in this.
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True that:)! Thank you for your comment, it is always a pleasure!
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We have a glass every other night and yes you are right the lips of the glass was against mine!
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Beautiful poem dear 🙂 Loved it
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Thank you so much, dearest Nayana!
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Lovely words!!! Wow! You got me following you 🙂 Thank you for visiting and liking my poem!
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You write lovely poetry. It reveals a depth of sensitivity and emotion that is quite compelling. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future.
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beautiful as ever💔
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Thank you so much, Ari!
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