this is for you...

...just for you, especially.
because i know how you feel.
or don't.
i don't think you feel anything.
at least, not anymore.

----

and again,
more wine is spilt
and i have no desire to pour another glass.

you took your's,
and poured it into mine,
only to drink from it.

all the same--
and once, again
--your palate is whet
and my glass is empty,
save for but a few spare drops
that left your lips, carelessly,
to fall into such a shallow pool.