He held the bottle gingerly between his fingers as he slowly swirled the coloured content.
His gaze was fixed on the stretch of road ahead of him.
This was no contemplation about half-filled or half-empty glasses.
He bit his lower lip, and sucking it in he let out a deep sigh.
His eyes were red. His beard was grey.
His face was wrinkled and so were his hands.
If 'regret' were a man, I met him today.
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