Wines & Prologues

I wish I never met you.

I wish I never saw your face or heard your voice or stared at your eyes, at your smile, or held your hands.

I’d like to say how cruel is this world that let me taste you only to pull you away. But, instead, I swallow the dust you left behind—intoxicated, yearning, longing—this feeling brooding, brewing in the very depths of me. Like water in a pot hanging over burning firewood, bubbling, violently trying to escape the lid that kept me within bounds.

I wish I never felt you; your presence, your warmth, your being.

I wish you were never a lesson.

I wish you left before I arrived. I wish you never had the desire to stay when you’re just going to leave anyway.

But despite all these I wish I nevers, I wish you never forget me.