Till Three

We talked for a while

It spoke sweet, complicated truths

I nodded and sipped, tempted to toss the garnish in a bin

Then

It asked politely

“Where do you want to be?

Free?

Maybe you should just…”

Well, you know me

I listened to it talk and talk

I nodded and sipped, tempted by its fruit

As the evening crawled into bed I looked at my stretched out form

Under the bedroom fan and a single lamplight

“Free?”

I heard it talk but the words were all faded

I faded

The wine talking

Till three