My wine glass sits in front of me, empty tonight. 

It was lovely and bold, and put up a good fight. 

But the last drop has gone,

now I write this sad song. 

An ode to my empty glass now all alone. 

I know I can fill it , for that is true. 

But , tomorrow comes early, and I don’t want to feel blue. 

So I am content to write this little silly verse. 

To a wine glass so full of promise and without any curse. 

Tomorrow will come , and I may take another sip. 

But for tonight , I’m being smart with only a dip. 

Rebeckah Hassam is a a self-published author from Langley BC. They have written a vampire series and a small book of poems. Follow them on Twitter @bex0470.