The glass of wine sits too comfortably

In her hand

As she glances at her ring finger

So hauntingly bare

His love is enough to hold her

In these moments of her fading youth

The liquid in the glass swirls

And her mind takes her to a place of dreams

Where he stands arm in arm with her

On the threshold of their future

Saying those words that she so wants to hear him say

Forever, for always, I do

She casually sips the wine

As she dreams

Sitting alone in the small café

They call their place

The opposing chair as empty as her heart

She doesn’t notice the waiter approach

“Do you want some more wine?” he offers

She dreamily whispers

…I do