I remember
how I reached the point of no return
the day that bitter coffee
decided to stop working for me
Maybe I needed to feel once more
how it felt to cradle lust,
frail as I betrayed my trust
Maybe I was destined for this-
a tattooed echo of lost surrender
trapped in a chamber
of forbidden secrets
dust and grainy photographs;
faded memories,
meant to tell this story-
that of me
and a man with a nameless face-
and of the pixels that formed
the fragile silhouette
of our bitter embrace
