A toast to you Life.

There's two bottles of wine down,

Still angry at you.

I'll forgo a glass,

drinking straight from the bottle.

It's a Saturday?

Timing is the key.

Damned if I'll get this one right.

Just one of those nights.

No quick solution.

It has to follow this path.

Still, I'm not happy.

The joys of red wine

and good music keep me sane.

Time heals all they say.

Overreaction?
I can't see beyond this.

Just disappointment.

Sadly, it is a 

shared personality that

brings us together.

Sadly, it's timing

that wrecks what is possible

and the wonderful.

Sadly, I didn't

meet you when we needed to.

That's what I regret.

Funnily enough

I know that you feel the same.

Then cue the gut punch.