I gathered up three bottles
of that decent French champagne
I bought to share for New Year’s
on a trip we didn’t take

You said you needed time to think
We never spoke again
If ever there’s a time to drink
it probably was then

Unburdened by their heavy weight
I tossed them in the sea
Someday someone will celebrate
It won’t be you or me

© 2023 Mateo Vélez