Drunken Winter

She sits slowly sipping her glass of wine Is this number four or five? She’s lost track of everything, except the snow blanketing the ground outside Three inches easily covering the yard As she stares out the window, memories of him flow through her mind Firelight reflecting across the glass of the picture frame Their wedding day Vowing to be together ...forever That’s a lie she thinks Tears falling down Salt water landing next to her thumb The fire crackles interrupting her thoughts, bringing her back to the present