this was the very first wine we
shared together. do you
remember? and like this wine,
i am aging, growing old.
but every day that i am left alone
in the cool damp darkness of
your mind, i get stronger, like
a shigaraki tea bowl or a
battle-weary moon at dawn.
so ignore me, mock me, laugh.
it doesn’t matter. for my
lips grow lovely and full, my
spirit more awesome in silence.
and if you should open me up in
a hundred, in a thousand years,
i shall bloom, towering into the
sky and sing for you, just as i did
when i was young and beautiful,
and you — you were once in love.