My Cup


Half-full
Beveled glass
With moistened rim
Suggests fullness
Once
Where bitter hops
Like ginger
Fermented love's absence

A few delicate sips
One desperate gulp
And the amber-bach glow
Is diluted
Tainted
By saliva
By tears
And wasted time

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