Tears over wine

Tomorrow we'll drink those bottles of wine that you so jelously guarded. Those distinguised bottles that, instead of populating the wine rack of the living-room, royally stayed in the dark closet of the room I'm writing these lines from.

Tomorrow we'll drink that wine

The weight of that resolution made my heart ache. How can the occasion be so special but not have you in it? How can it!

I would wait five eternities if you could only promise you'd be there to share it with us. But as I know that is only a dream, tomorrow, with my parents and your sister here, we'll drink it.

We'll pour wine...
and tears over wine.