One Last Sip...

I shall take one last sip
from the empty glass of wine

A drop fell on my lip
burning my skin one more time

Feel I the pain? no more I feel
For once I felt and swam with fear

I welcome the scar and guide her home
"sleep with your sisters till the glass dries
I see not your tears and hear not your cries"

I drank too many and yet it seems not to end
"i love you" the glass whispers; that I can hear
"and you love me", it says, and that I believe

I shall take one last sip
from the empty glass of wine