The Bottle is Done

The champagne is gone, the bottle is done
A lunchtime to remember, or maybe to forget
But how do I forget that day we met

As we raised yet another glass
I was lost in the pools of your eyes
Two strangers alone, were we being wise

Now the world has moved on
That day is distant, but forever there
And your perfume still fills the air

Will we ever meet again
Another bottle, a toast to the past
But maybe this time we don’t drink the bottle so fast.