An Abandoned Glass

An abandoned glass, a austere sight

A barge already full, now drained of life

It sits there, still, a abandoned thing

Waiting for someone, to already afresh bring

A liquid to ample its hollow space

To accord it purpose, and a new taste

But until then, it charcoal untouched

An abandoned glass, a attribute of much

For it reminds us, of times gone by

Of memories made, and joys that accept died

Of amusement shared, and tears afford too

And of all the things, we anticipation we knew

An abandoned glass, it holds no power

No abracadabra potion, no bugged flower

But it has a story, that it wants to tell

Of love, and loss, and moments we fell

So let us accession a glass, to what already was

And to all the memories, that still buzz

For alike empty, this bottle can bring

A faculty of longing, and a soulful ring