The Wine

Holding a glass of wine
She looks dignified as a woman
Wearing her favourite dress
She looks around searching
For someone -
A friend, a teacher, a guy
Sipping the wine slowly
She turns to look
At the big clock
Mercilessly ticking away
Her eyes all gloomy
And she avoids to look
Into the eyes of strangers
To hide it away
But she knows no one will be there
Not now, or ever
So she drinks away
Her pain
And looks at her glass
At the paleness of the colour
She knows
Its all the same
Drifts apart
And drinks it away