Laughter, lust, a handful of sticky kisses;
A word or three avoided. No promises.

It is only months later that I find
the darkening stains of grudges left behind,

the notes unwritten and the promises unkept
pinned to the pillow of a bed where you never slept.

Memory will not let me escape the taste
of you, licking up bitterness to fling in my face.

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