Love

I sit here, table for two.
A bottle and myself.
For she won't be here.
My drink and I,
Conversing over the days.
And seemingly endless nights
Of a love gone by.

A love so wonderful.
Forged so perfectly,
now sharpened, and serrated
Deep within my heart

Tempted with all my soul
to rip this shard from me
and let its blade fall upon
the one whose pain I bear

Love, powerful and wonderful
What I still have for her
and why this knife will remain in me
never to cause her pain

Because I still love you
I say to the spirit
in crystal brilliance before me
and take another drink