When There Was None

We drank from two full glasses
of Life’s wines of love and trust
First gulping from them voraciously
with unquenchable thirsting lust

Drinking from those same glasses
then half consumed; the precious wines
We slowly sipped as our consciences
toasted to past, present and future signs

We knew them all as reality;
of vows we’d said before
to others with still full glasses
who love and trust yet even more


As we neared each glass’s bottom;
the wines’ droplets scarce and few
Our lips touched not the glasses
nor each other’s; sad, but true

Both our glasses; they’re now empty
Our lives apart we’ve since begun
Remembering that Life’s sweet vintage
Trying to forget

when there was... none