Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

my room
it smells
of you

how you've lingered in the air.
you
have come
and you
have gone

and I am stuck in yesterday.
(too tired to go on.)


your lips spoke certain words
but a different story was shining
in your eyes.

and with our last embrace
the future flashed
and flickered
and faded
with your tail lights.
(fireworks style.)

how sweet of you
to catch
the final
kiss.

now i'm hesitant,
to catch
the last
train home.


never to return back, to where i left off from; where you stood watching my departure