Grey cobwebs stitched
in your broken handle.
Coal-brown dregs at
the bottom of your heart.
No taste; No sip;—
Only a kiss left on
your solemn cheek.
The curve traced of
chocolate on my jaw,
my lips that soaked
in caramel juice;
All dry;
Covered in dust.
In the depths
of your ceramic
lies the secret truths
that I never knew.
Tell me;—
Tell me,
Why?
Why, just us
lost in the
mist?