Champagne

Your memory lingers like champagne on my lips,
Sweet and smooth on my tongue. I can almost taste it,
Taste you. I let the memory take hold of me, enfold me,
As a hand enfolds a glass. Excitement.

There are bubbles in this memory. They rise up,
Marring my thoughts. Lost in a dream
That is so real, I can almost touch it, they shatter it.
Gaps where there is nothing. Empty spaces.

I dislike empty spaces. They spoil the flow
of the memory. Interrupt my reverie.
Remind me that this is a memory.
Nothing more than a dream of the past.

And when the memory is finished, I cup my empty
Glass. For a moment it was as if you with here
Once more. Remorse replaces hope. As the taste fades
I am left with a longing for more champagne.