Our Cup of Love

 

Our cup of love

Once so full

Is drained now to the dregs

But, touching my tongue

To its rim

I savor the lingering sweetness

Of its wine

I am fulfilled

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This is not the boy this poem was written for. It was written for the guy in the prom picture that I posted a few days ago. (Interestingly, that's the only picture I have of him and me together -- although we dated for 3 years.) The guy in this picture was my boyfriend in junior high school. This picture was taken at homecoming my senior year. I didn't win homecoming queen. Here's the girl who did --

Hard to believe this was 55 years ago.