Spilled Coke

Staring between the small and hidden nape,
Stir the cinnamon infused brew,
The haunting moment where I probably lost you.

The darks spent trying to vent,
Recap the events where I needed to
Inspect, detect, reflect on what makes a lip arch,
It haunts what could’ve changed then and there.

On paper we danced,
I twirled to stain the tiles,
All that jazz mumbling.
The one making of purple,
That could lead to the promise,
Of a shocked smile I once had,
The only one I trusted for it.
Maybe even an imagining of picnic talk,
But I would settle for so much as a grip.

But it was published as a silence.
Poor choices begat momentary contentment,
Somehow not realising I could tighten the knot.
Repeat would be different,
But not of my volition.
I would just sooner wear the other mask.