Bottles

I’ve collected the past,

Bottles upon bottles of it.

Now and then,

I pick one of them out,

Unscrew its lid,

Place it on my lips

And get drunk

On the memories

Of you and I.

When I’m done with one,

I grab yet another,

For the intoxication

Of days past

Only makes me want them more.

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