Title: Foward reflection
by Martin | in writing, poetry
'I didn't care much for the wine,' I said
As I wiped the sweat from my brow,
'We should have gone for red instead'
She answered with a frown.
I could not speak, I did not care,
I swallowed my pride and walked out,
And left her alone sitting there
With neither care nor doubt.
I drank a thousand beers and remembered
The love I had once felt for a girl,
And as I thought my heart descended
And passed out of the world.
I said, 'I will never be free of her'
And stood waiting in the cold air,
Then I heard a momentary stir
And turned but no one was there.
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