by Elizabeth Johnson
I am tasting, drinking, and sipping the juices that alter my reality
A glass of you
A glass of him
A sip of hope
A gulp of adoration
Quenching my thirst until
Drowning in the illusion of our love- story
Overindulging in the past until
I am swallowed up in the memory of the taste
What I wished we still consumed together
I am no more than a mere guzzler
Binging on the anticipation of your resurrection
Devouring the last drop
With the faith that this is not the last drink of you
I raise my glass to make a toast
A toast to the dreams
A toast to where we have been, and where I hope to be
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