Vino Tinto II

Reparation for a wrong or injury. Reparation or expiation for sin. 

I sit alone in a room
filled with revelers all around.

Twittering in galleries and
yelling at the movie screen

I see your friends that were also mine
they call out to me, and not to us.

I tire of thinking that
destiny is full of compromise,
and pray that my dreams grant
me rest.

All the while, in your disbelief,
when things aren’t working,
you take comfort in the escape.

Fidelity is the true utopia!
Normalcy is a revolution!
The rest is just air.

I can’t help but think of you
as I watch two lovers kiss
through the bottom of a wine glass.


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