In The Tunnels of Time - Popped.

Someones’s opened my bottle of Prosecco.

Someone’s opened it and drained it.

Discarded the empty bottle to the waste.

They didn’t ask.

They didn’t say.

And i guess they didn’t know how long it had taken me to find it, and store it away.

Nor did they know how long I was saving it.

How far and distant that day, when I would open it.

Which now will never be.

It was not me.