Wine, Blood Red
by Sarah Laurenson
Waking with no thought of last night,
Until you ask: ‘What do you remember?’
Not tripping over the tree root,
Nor crying on your shoulder.
Disconnected pieces of the night,
Floating through a sea of nothingness.
Saying ‘I Love You’ to a stranger,
Masquerading as a friend.
Tiny bits of conversations.
What did I say after the curtain fell?
Dead memories that never return.
Explanations required. None given.
I’m afraid to ask,
Acknowledge what I’ve lost.
Were the cops involved?
Did I hurt anyone?
The light in your eyes dims.
I feel your pain.
I would care, if I knew how.
You urge me to get help,
Go to therapy.
I don’t want to know,
That I don’t remember.
I touch the rim of my wine glass.
What memories will die tonight?