Enough wine - she said.

Enough Wine

Enough wine -  she said

Holding out her hand and

covering the glass.

I’d like some more

but I daren’t,  
I am on my own.

If I have one glass

they will smile indulgently.
If I have two glasses

they will frown and quietly

pass comment on my life.

So I will sit here - floating

on the conversation around me.

Then I shall discreetly pick up

my handbag - which secretly holds

my courage in a clear liquid -

and leave.

Copyright Diana Leighton October 2011