Flavorless Love Loss
The bottle has kissed your lips more than I.
I'm not jealous, as I see it makes you fly.
It used to bond us tight,
until there were no more loving good nights.
Now I sleep alone
and envy that the taste of your lips
that once held such allure and
used to be mine alone but now I can't recall,
the empty bottle now holds.
Joy M.
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