The taste of hope
Became coffee and stale, roll up cigarettes
Licked from his lips
Relished at ungodly hours
In the waking moments
Of the darkness.
When the comfort of the velvet curtain of the night
Was torn away
To reveal an empty stage,
A cold, grey, glassy dawn,
I soon learned
The bitter taste of disappointment
Was one and the same.
They both still dance on my tongue.
I can't tell which brings me more peace.