Dear red wine.
I miss you. Since we’ve been apart (four months and 11 days, not that I’m counting), you’ve been everywhere around me. As I write this the lady next to me on the train is drinking you, from a mini plastic bottle decanted into a flimsy clear plastic cup. Even looking your worst, like this, I am still attracted to you.
You smell delicious. Why didn’t I appreciate you while I had you? I always passed on taking in your delicious aroma and brought you straight to my lips without a pause. When we meet again I will be different. I’ll never take you for granted. I won’t waste the once or twice a week that I have a glass of you on whatever is on offer. I’ll find your finest vintage and savour every drop.
Until we meet again. xxx