Cork

Bottle of red, or a bottle of white? I didnt think she really drank much, actually at all It was just a fragment of my mind that Thought she actually wanted to booze with me I felt obliged to treat this fausaud of us or At least some sort of satisfying conversation Thats what i fell short of Realizing who she was And how intensally intresting she was There was no need for wine no need for whiskey Even tho whisky always seemed imensally needed I was a headcase i felt anxiously unsmooth She always made me feel anti anxious and semi quant As this thinking of booze or no booze came to an end She finally admitted to me that she Didnt care for wine she cared for the bottle Not red or white but for the cork the dried stained memory filled Cork that could be salvaged as we doused the savory liquid End