Cristine’s Wine
The happiest time I’ve ever known
I died and went to heaven
a waking dream, we had a home
a dinner table like no other
decorations everywhere
and presents in the tree
and apple pie and love
and I kept coughing
It now has been some months
a passover still pending
and everything is neatly packed
it’s going to take some waiting
it won’t be very pleasant
it might be nauseating
taking down my Christmas lights
with Cristine’s wine
I think I am afraid
I wonder if I’ll make it
I’m really scared of pain
they say you lose your mind
the memory will make you retch
your hands and feet will tingle
once you’ve gotten good and drunk
on Cristine’s wine
I only had one gift for you
and not a very good one
the decorations that I hid
that lit up only after
I’m glad you didn’t go away
and I’m not leaving either
it isn’t cheating, help me sip
that bitter Cristine’s wine
