and throw it away,
this wine won’t live to see another day
because there is what I suppose is called a need,
a need with which I have no wish to plead.

the sun shone bright,
making a most unfitting spectacle
of itself and of us all,
refusing to cooperate,
refusing to mirror our despair.

today it rained;
today it poured;
today drenched us to the core
quenching our inner light yet again
in memories and past remorse.