a case of you

The train has left –  
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,  
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.  
Like it was just last night,  
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than  
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.  
 
It popped, like every bubble does.  
Some might say it could just be my brain  
Finally catching up  
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,  
Too young –  
Too hungover  
 
From the affections and attentions  
And confections of a true blue connoisseur.  
Every night was confession.  
 
White dress got wet with night rain, unholy water,  
Journal pages blown by the wind  –  
Towards shady streets and art galleries.  
 
The letters, I might not burn –  
The girl – I face in the mirror,  
I apologize to and forgive.  
 
The man –  
I probably will always keep  
(Leading man, anti-hero, probable villain)  
In between our pretentious pages,  
 
Yellowed and stained now,  
Onscreen, the last of what was us.  
 
The bell still rings, but it doesn't linger  
There's rain on the street, but no more glimmers  
From the lampposts blown over by the winds of time  
And  
Bad cliches, I –  
 
Miss you from time to time,  
Missed you when you were here, and I was floating, and you were,  
Were you  
Mine –  
Missed the chance of a last time.  
 
More than a thousand  
And one nights and a different woman –  
It was the girl – left and loved,  
 
And now it's a different woman.  
Aged.  
Red.  
Wine.  
 
The night gives way to daylight.