Saving corks

I open the door

Closing behind I find 

I'm saving photographs that have 

Long since mattered 

It took me one week to empty out 

What she had hollowed in a night

There's a half bottle of wine

Red 

I left on the counter with the cork 

Sitting beside it

She saved corks 

Maybe she'll come back for this one 

Maybe when her loneliness wanes 

And her smile is as milky white as bone picked clean 

She'll have the guts to write 

And maybe all the words she knows by heart 

Will finally mean what they were always supposed to mean

Because maybe she was always meant to write them on the floor

I pray that she's brave then 

I've never been brave 

And maybe in a hollowed house 

With a half bottle of red 

She can finish 

What we started