Life Through A Bitter Spoon
 
a piece of your soul:       lost,
left floating in front of a painting,
where love was gained,
then altogether, misplaced.
 
a lonely thread creeping
up your sleeve of lost certainty,
wandering blissfully
all-over the atmosphere.
waiting to sew your torn overcoat,
asking: Where has truth gone?
 
a kiss without the warmth.
 
a touch sans electricity.
 
a meal, un-salty
and never again, delicious.
 
a joyous desert never reaching
the sweet home of your palate.
 
left on the spoon, the bitter after-taste
of what we all like to call,
‘yesterday’—

Photo by: @artworkjunkie, At Photospace Cafe, Cubao X.