Unpalatable
Your smile used to light up my heart
like a spark of light.
And yet, love died in its shadow,
shrouded in pain.
The surface of trust
was somehow scratched;
and susceptible, it started to rust.
Hope tried to seal it
with placebos, empty platitudes,
and a fountain of sparkling phases;
that spoke of love won, love lost,
and love yet to be.
Still, I watched you walk away;
as my eyes filled with tears.
Sweet words, once used to seduce
and flatter,
have morphed; into unpalatable
departing words.
And yet, life moves on,
without guilt, apologies,
promises or guarantees.
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