the glasses sit empty…
waiting to be filled…
wanting lips upon them…
a laughing kiss…
we drank here…
by this blaze…
dead leaves aflame…
empty glasses…empty glasses…
and more was poured…
souls wanted…
dreams confessed…
filled…ah…to be filled…
a thousand nights like tonight…
a thousand words said…
through silence…through silence…
the wine…the wine was good…it was good…
it’s taste still lingers in the morn…
a bottle sits…
the night is gone…
my friend…my friend…
the glasses sit empty…
waiting to be filled…
wanting lips upon them…
a laughing kiss…
cheers…
dmseay 
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