Memory

Memory



Melancholy strains
of music we once shared
play on
renewing the emptiness
that gnaws within.
Relentlessly the record spins
and the wine
with its delicate bouquet
only deepens my sadness.

Your sparkling eyes
and your smile
blaze in my memory
like the summer sun
we once shared.

Now, my sun is gone
and I am left
with only the music
and the memory....
The wine is turning bitter.