Angel Wine
When you slip away
as you must
To be with the others
waiting for you
My tears will be drop falling
raining hard
from the missing of you,
Soaking through from the deep
within the all of my within.
Then I’ll remember,
once you said
You would save me a seat
at your table
with a view.
So I await a time to come
when we shall sit
at your table
with a view
and toast our new home
with a glass of angel wine.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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