The wineglass

I stared at my phone since we last departed

And that was an hour ago

I do this every time.

But I’m not sure what to expet

Because the silence is almost consoling

Another day I don’t have to explain

exactly what I’m feeling

Because even if you called me

I wouldn’t know what to say

Other than, “I love you. Please be with me.

Why don’t you love me the same?”

And I don’t think I want anyone to see me this way

You see love is as vulnerable and naked as it sounds

And the rawness of it leaves

a bad taste in everyone’s mouth

No ones wants the ugly, depressing, or pathetic

But love isn’t

Stone, diamond, or iron

Love is a wine glass

traveling on the waves

that crash against a rocky island

And when that wave pulled back into the ocean

is my love intact?

Or has the chaos destroyed it?

Aren’t hearts more pure when we admit

that we are fragile?

And love that much more genuine

when exposed to all of it’s flaws?

You see, I stared at my phone since we last departed

And that was months ago

I do this every time.

But I’m not sure what to expect

Because the silence is almost consoling

Another day I don’t have to explain

Exactly what I’m feeling