Dear by Peter A. Witt

Took me two years of sad merlot nights

to launder the stain of our two glass marriage

from my file of grief, another two years

until a clear bottle of chablis didn't taste flat,

another two until I lost the craving for two inches

of sour whiskey when the sun washed faded clouds

with yellow dawn, one more until I dipped

my lusty tongue in the smooth of someone

else's sweet vermouth and cut into rags

my tee-shirt stained with long-ago merlot tears.

Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt (Edith’s War) published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Verse-Virtual, Fleas on the Dog, Live Encounters, Inspired, The Rye Whiskey Review, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, and New Verse News.