Deep conversations had over a bottle of Pinot. Guards down, its just easier to let it all go. We inhale the wine and exhale the stress. These are the nights I’ll remember the best. Like clockwork the convo always starts to turn. Towards that one thing that we both yearn. I question you why can’t it ever be me. You say the timing never matches our destiny. I have so much to give but no chances are given. Oh now you concerned with how a brotha living??? Last glass poured and now I feel like the bottle that’s in front of me. Alone and without substance, just sitting there on empty….