Sonnet

I greet the night and fill my cup with wine.
The cloth of stars project my blissful dream.
Our hands and lips and hearts: a close-knit team.
The stars they gleam just like your eyes. A sign!

I hear your voice: "Let's drink, my Valentine!"
You're here with me: a joy beyond extreme.
The wine, your touch, our love - an endless stream.
More wine! Can't miss a blink. This is divine.

I wake, a naked mess upon the floor.
Your absence hurts more than my aching head.
Why should I live when you have passed away.

I reach for wine. A glass or two or more.
And hear you whisper: "Stop. Don't want you dead."
One day we meet in heaven, not today.