A Missing Red Glass

It is the slowest erosion
Of meaning
Of time

A missing red glass 
From the full bodied wine

An absence so constant
It fills every space

Rendering words/thoughts
Too meaningless, base

And the bottle
Keeps cracking
Keeps leaking it's wares

Till theres no trace
To prove it had ever
Been there

Cept a red splintered memory
That stabs here stabs there

Till you wonder what's real
Find you can't even care

Anymore