Sitting with a bottle in my hand,
watching the woman I love
fall for another man.
Vibrations of the dull light
flicker down her uncovered legs.
Vibrations of her soothing voice
flutter through her olive skin.
Distance in our bed
seemed so much further than before.
Arms spread and still no touch.
What I fear,
was the distance between us
and now it is so clear.
Alone with a bottle in my hand
and I watched her walk away
with another man.
6 thoughts on “Bottle in my hand”
Very moving poem!
Thank you 😊
I really like the combination you’ve chosen. Your poem fits so well with the photo!
Thank you Jude 😃
It feels like a country song, but eloquent.
It does! I never thought of it like that 😃
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