a vintage red

Enjoy the last sip of that vintage red;

full-bodied, bursting with personality, you won’t find anything quite like it.

It lingers on the tongue, slightly bitter in complexion,

yet smooth from the years it spent reaching perfection.

Enjoy the last sip of that vintage red;

previous glasses full and eager, but you’ve reached your last.

The vine which flourished, now gone,

and the empty bottle will be following right along.

Enjoy the last sip of that vintage red;

its exceptional existence is accompanied by a dejected demise.

Time will not wait until you’ve encountered one as flavorful

and until then recounter the memories for which you are thankful.

Enjoy the last sip of that vintage red;

grief is the price paid for loving it wholeheartedly.

Another bottle will not fill the silence that grows,

as the joy you yearn, is the cause for your sorrow.