“Pour Me A Glass of Passion” - Carina Lopes

It’s been a good night

for us. 

You haven’t picked at my tearful charges and

I haven’t cried. 

I smile, 

You smile back.

My eyes start to tear though,

Remembering when that used to be sweet for us.

I see an ounce of annoyance pluck your brows as you notice.

Sorry.

Let’s redo that.

I cooked your favorite,

And I wore that hair tie you complimented last Thursday, 

And you’re here tonight!

We stare, thinking of things to talk about.

It gets hard when everything I say now seems like another reason you say we don’t work.

I'm trying though.

I want it to work.

You ask me if I want anything to drink,

After you’ve already poured your glass.

I can’t hold out any longer, 

“Pour me a glass of passion.”