Empty hearts, sulky and sour.

Our minds drowning in deep sadness,

Can we even say we are friends?    Can a rich glass of wine raised

Lighten the mood you’ve darkened?

The world - empty as that bottle - is destroying my flesh.

My soul is smoked like a cigarette.  We toast and clink our glasses.

They collide like dissonant words.

Autumn sits silently between us like a fairytale 

Stepmother. Don’t be so sullen, cut it off for the fire.  Fate has nothing to do with it, you came too late…

The wine is over. The words are said.  Let’s go. 

As you stumble through the door,

Rocked and reeling, my life drifts away.