As the sun sets, I silently
watch the sky.
I witness as the bright yellows
give way to dark pinks.

The night slowly takes hold.
Each star starts to shine one by one.
I remember a long forgotten night.
It was around this time of day she and I had made love for the first time.
At times like this,
I still swear I can taste you on my tongue.

At the thought,
my lips curve into a sneer.
I laugh a bitter laugh.

In the morning, I'll awake
to a cup of black coffee,
and go to work.
I'll take comfort in
knowing that the hot drink
will burn the taste of you out of my mouth.