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WINE TASTING

  • Sam Yau
  • Jan 19, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 30, 2021


By Sam Yau


I’ve been the person

who’d fall for

the first one

who came along.


This time,

I’d change.


I would


look,

swirl,

sniff,

sip

and savor


the exquisitely curated

rich varietals

in the perfect

sequence.


But I can no longer

delude myself;


can’t hide behind

an idyllic new life

you’re not the

center of—


my fear of

being trapped

in a single taste.


This morning,

I woke up engulfed

in the pain of the

looming separation.


How I would

pine for you

when the iron bird

fades into the cloud,


How I would

run away

in clever ways,

only to find

your face swirling

in my heart.


Once more,

I tore the

tasting menu

to pieces.


There is only one.













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