Empty Glasses

Photo by Christian Lue on Unsplash

by Bryan Young

I used to write
you poetry

I suppose
I still do

Memories of stolen moments
catch me off guard

The way your
neck felt cool against
my lips and
nuzzled nose

Old photos still
play movies in my mind
of better times
and smiles long since gone

Our fingers laced
together in the theatre,
beer on our breath
and love on our lips

The drives home
ached sweetly,
chests pounding
for more

Fond memories
bring smiles to my heart
then sadness arrives like
the next, new lover

The letters you sent me,
love notes crafted on cocktail napkins,
or those scrawled into a library
of curated books; ghosts in my soul

Time has passed so
the pain of absence should too

I still
miss you

I hope you’re okay

© Bryan Young 2020