Sin-serely

 

He chided me

ridiculed my love of zinfandel

for his love of grigio

never uttered another phrase

though I was in a haze

craving heartfelt, sincere

phrasings, tastings of mellow linguistics

his words so descriptive

his ambiance mythic

and finally in silence, his silence

I became a statistic, plagued

by my own persistence.

 

end 11/4/2016

S. Darlington

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