September, 2019.
Our last conversation was about a wine.
To you,
it was a discovery of new flavor.
To me,
that wine,
reminds me of the day I saw you cried.
To me,
that wine,
reminds me of the day when I knew your heart was broken and,
To me,
that wine,
reminds me of the day when you almost found out that you were the reason for my heavy heart.
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PoetryTo Whoever Reading, My Midnight writings. Insta @themidnightvoidness
