You are someone who prefers warm red wine
over the chill factor and sparkling glasses.
Month after month, the writings
on the tips of elbows hold relevance,
the lines of perfect songs in my head
now make use of my tongue, that
epiphany to help
read between the lines.
those conversations won't make
a life for themselves,
quietly "what if's" they will become
but what if we stopped silencing our thoughts?