Somewhere

The curve of the wineglass

In my hand bends the view

Of the velvet booth across from me.

The empty fabric creates

Shadows and false movement

As I sit alone and the

Line of the wine lowers itself.

The bottle’s been empty

For some time,

And I know no one helped me.

Spinning the glass, I see

My necklace glimmer,

I see my green eyes—

Seemingly faded to me,

But I know that if the light

Wasn’t so dim and if the wine

Wasn’t so strong,

I’d see the desire in them.

But a bottle of wine in

Will trick me into numbness

Until I go to bed.

The bed is cold to the touch

Of my wine-warmed body,

And the numbness of my skin

Reveals the aching underneath.

My mind tells me it’s a

Side effect of the wine,

But my heart knows it’s

The lack of a body next to mine.

And as my eyes close,

The warmth of a pink wine

Takes the place of a lover.

But I still sleep peacefully,

Because I know he must be

somewhere.