In my empty glass
I see floating shapes cut from another story
a slow song stirs up memories
like a lone bird song
in my glass I see two eyes drowned in tears
the glass has no eyes
maybe my eyes are tired
sadness has always tired me out
I have loved you for so long
that I o not even know
the natural color of your hair
I do not know your height
nor your exact weight
these thoughts are scaring me
and I doubt
whether I know you well enough
the bartender asks me
whether he serves me one more glass
and whether I have remembered the name
of the woman I am waiting for
About the Creator
Mihai Brinas
Mihai is the author of five collections of poems. Invitation to Poetry, Alignment of Thoughts, Crossroads, Thoughts That Bring Us Closer, and Connections.
Mihai keeps on writing while still believing in the power of honesty and love.
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