Together they open a bottle of wine,
the one that’s been in the cellar since they returned from Paris
a decade ago. Two glasses are filled half way,
followed by the satisfying cling as they meet in the air. She takes the first sip
as he still stares at the red liquid swirling in his hand. He’s thinking
about the small shop they stopped in while trying to escape the rain.
He’s thinking of the elderly man behind the counter with the inviting smile.
He’s thinking about the hour they spent looking at all the bottles of wine,
picking out the one that now resides on the kitchen counter. He’s thinking
about everything that’s happened since returning from their honeymoon.
He’s thinking about their daughters asleep in their rooms upstairs.
He’s thinking about how the wine will taste.
He’s looking forward to looking back on this night.
©Dan Leicht 2016