An Evening Alone

Semi-faded memories resting on the back burner.

Melancholy struck;

a thirst for the past quenched by red Moscato.

Light shines internally matching it’s sweetness;

those memories briefly resurrect.

Another sip.

They retreat to retrospect.

~J. A. Ross

© RossJ781.com 10/18/2016

 

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