Red Lips & Wine
- Mar 14
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 17
A cinematic poem about unspoken love, hesitation and the quiet weight of a moment that never fully unfolded.
We met —
again and again.
Deep gazes,
unforgotten.
Red lips
and wine.
And yet —
silence.
Stillness.
Solitude.
The hesitation
of a single breath.
And forever engraved
remains
the maybe.
What might have been
cuts deeper
into the heart
than any
once upon a time
ever could.
Red lips
that speak
but never kiss.
Wine
we savor
as if we knew
what it would feel like
not to drink it
alone.
And so our thoughts
sink
into the shadows
of emptied glasses —
as if the rim,
pressed against the table,
were etched
into the scene itself,
the way we are etched
into each other’s thoughts.