SIPS

My problems sit beside me,
observing as I sip my rosÈ.
They're not seen by others,
but I know they're here.
Like old acquaintances,
they keep me up-to-date
with bad news.
Should I switch tables
or tell them to go
somewhere else?
But my dilemma
was already served
and I needed company.
I refill my glass to the rim,
take one, long sip
before the glass slips
from my hand.