Tuesday, February 15, 2011

July Remembers

It sits dry in the bottom of my glass
An empty memory of an empty past

July remembers the taste and the heat
Perfectly bitter and equally sweet
A sip of wine and then another
Minutes embraced by a moment of summer

A fragment of night when love spilled easily
July remembers the way he looked at me
And how "I love you" poured like wine
Without a breath, nor a responsive sigh

He looked at me with wide open eyes
And I heard my heart beat wildly inside
July remembers his hands and his silence
And knows why even his breath was quiet

A bottle from the vineyard, California 2007
I thought it would see us through 2011
Still it sits in the cabinet, silent and red
July knows about things unopened, unsaid

July remembers what passed fleetingly by
But will not remind me of how or why
So the very bottom of my glass is dry
As I search for a way to say good-bye.

{Summer 2009}

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