Bottom of the Barrel

All that is left
is the bottom of the barrel.
Where unwanted sediments
gather together
as a reminder
of a genuine creation
that was once rare.
It was never appreciated slowly
or reflected upon how much emotional bruising
was caused by the weight.
Love bled dry.
It was taken for granted.
Now, my connoisseur looks at the empty glass
tinged in essence
wondering where it all went.
They have to take what they can get.
There might be a slight taste of what once was,
but you'll never be offered
this particular full body
again.