Dear Luci-Kali,

Wine is to be sipped, not gulped.

I understand, you feel miserable.
You feel like shit.
Your heart is shattered,
and you don’t know where most of the pieces went.
Under the desk, under the bed?
Maybe a piece or two in the living room.
But, it’s too late to start searching for them right now.

I understand, you need to be numbed one way or another.
Zinfandel awaits you, chilling in the refrigerator.
Better than the stash of vodka, tequila, rum, and whiskey
that sit on the shelf collecting dust.
Let them collect that dust,
as you may recall what happened two years ago,
I don’t want that to happen again.

I understand, that was one of the hardest decisions you’ve ever made.
You wonder if he hates you for what you did.
He might, but you needed to do this for yourself.
Your focus and energy headed in one direction and it never returned,
not by fault of the other, as there is no fault.
You’re just becoming aware of what you need,
and of what you weren’t going to receive.

There will be many days where will you write verses.
Different titles, different lines, different tongues,
but all with the same shattered pieces.

Sips, darling, sips.

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~ by Luci-Kali on January 4, 2009.

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