I have never tasted Cherry Wine
Yet I know how it tastes
I remember the holes in the wall,
The marks on your hands you used to make .
I can taste your wrath
I remember your scorn
But I have never had Cherry Wine
I remember your laugh, I remember our youth
I can taste our youth
The flowers left on my door
I went to the store last night
For a thing or two
But we made eye contact
And I left with a bottle of Cherry Wine
No thanks to you.