I have a few bottles of wine set aside
With your name printed invisibly on them
Like having an emergency disaster plan
Just in case you might ask for it one day.
I could drink these things myself
I could look at the labels and savor the tannins
And swirl it around in my glass and think of intelligent things to say
But then the wine would be the subject
And the creator of a mood I'd be in
(As I'm notably sensitive to wine's lush whispers)
And I'd rather it be a fantastic set piece.
You see, I have hopes for this.
That for once a bottle in my home
Has nothing to do with me.
Just one thing in my room that isn't selfish
And begging for my attention
Because it belongs to you, if you ever should need it.
This patient Merlot in the dark bottle
Is a parasol from the light that shines on you always
And I know what that means
And I know why you need to be shaded sometimes.
I offer one of those moments, someday
Not for me but selflessly
Because of the memories I've had when someone told me "Stop smiling"
"It's hurting you"
And I forgot to thank them.
Just for noticing.
I think, and I guess, that you like the reds
There are a few here, one of them should be grand.
The one that isn't a present FROM me
But is FOR you
And there is a difference.
Encased in casks, then glass, then glasses
For someone who really gives a damn.
From someone who gives a damn, too
It's all here if you need it.
Wine, a glass, and a person, all patient.