I don’t think I could stand to taste
The wine we poured but didn’t drink,
So, though it seems like such a waste,
I go and tip it down the sink.

And, with it, our relationship
Is left to trickle down the drain.
The thought of it is just the tip
Of some huge iceberg made of pain.

I don’t know what I said or did –
Or what I didn’t say or do –
To make you want to close the lid
On all the years of me and you.

Although I don’t know why you left,
I’m certain why I feel bereft.

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