At the Wine Bar

by

McKenna Byrne

You're here to see if I can waver,
Or if my mind is still the same;
You sip Merlot - you smile and savor
That you still can call the game.

You're confident things have not altered,
That our ground is as before;
Me, the one who never faltered,
You, the wave who courts the shore.

No doubt you feel a light exchange
Of conversation serves you well -
Keeps me enchanted with your strange
And captivating little spell.

The phyrric victory you've drawn -
That rose-delusion from the wine -
Its transient glow might last 'till dawn
But more enduring truth is mine.

Who strives to hold will always find
They've bound themselves from being free;
You're efforts only serve to bind
Not me to you - but you to me.

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