Wine wasted thoughts.

[charlo]

In this room, flooded in the yellow hue of a lone lightbulb, I listen to the songs that remind me of our Irish past. The smell of brown bread and burning wood. Of cheese and whiskey and wine. Of damp clothes and cold souls... I see you resting your head on my lap as you fall further from awake and closer to sleeping. I remember how sweet this moment felt. Even now, it folds over me like deep red wine.
I know you think of me. I know there is a part of you confused, lost, and missing me. You hold me at a distance cause you can't deal with me. I don't blame you, won't blame you. Smiling, I wait.

So many songs to share with you...