Cheap Wine

I can't stop the pain

that fills my eyes with tears,

that colors my world, ash gray,

that reflects from the shards

of my heart, like sunlight

glinting on broken pieces

of a cheap, bottle of wine.

I can't stop the pain,

but I can live with it

by first sweeping up the fragments

of this love affair

and dumping them on the rubble

of shattered dreams,

I keep in the back of my mind.

     ~E.W. Richardson

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