Wine bottle

It is hard not to think of you
As I take a cock screw to open the bottle of wine
Entertaining a different crowd
Remembering what is was like to share it with you
I hear friends’ voices from across the room
Just across but I am so far away
I miss the joke that makes them roar with laughter
As I lift my head from trying to open the wine
They are ten sentences into the next conversation already
Just like you are a million sentences from the conversations we had
On nights that turned to mornings
Of watching your face, looking for the opening of your eyes
Wondering how anyone could be so beautiful
Silently praying that those mornings would never end
But life, like a rogue wave would pull us apart
Into the perpetual present
At that time I knew that I would see you again
But never imagined that our memories of those moments would change their shape
Into a shape constructed by newness and disappointment
One that would make you unknow our moments together
A hand touched by another, a face stroked by another
The cock of the bottle pops and the wine spills a little
I take my first sip and join the crowd
Laughing, dancing, no one ever has to know
That my only wish is that someday
I’ll learn to open a wine bottle
And not feel the ache within my spirit.