White Port (Revised) Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

Forever was
those few moments as the
bottle was first opened.
Fresh, just like the new
moon staring at us in the sky.
.
Your eyes could not deny the
passion inside as the
bottle of white port evaporated
we toasted our dreams.

We we tried to create a forever
but the enemy
was the sunrise.

You left me empty and without
anything else to give.
Empty like the wine glass that
touched your lips.

Just another intoxication to be
forgotten.

The testament is in three.
You, a bottle of white port,
and me.