The Glass of wine

I sit

on your

couch next 

to you.

looking at

you when

you are

not looking

at me.

I drink

my wine

slowly.

I see

you looking

at me

out of the corner

of my

eye.

I will not

give in.

If I do,

What will happen?

I look at

the wine

glass

and put it

up to 

my lips.

wanting

you

to burn

for me.

my time

is running

out.

beauty

is fading.

Age is here.

so I drink

my wine,

slowly.

I am thankful

for my gifts.

and remind

myself,

that I had love

once. 

I will not

see that

again.