Memories Poem by Phil Ward

Memories



I sip the last dropp of red wine left in your glass,
Suddenly my mind is clear and you are near,
A reminder of the taste on your sweet lips,
From the meal shared now you’re not here,
Staring into space reliving our moments together,
A passion play of memories only an hour ago,
Our lives entwined so tightly,
Why did you have to go?

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