LAST BREAKFAST

THE HOT COFFEE

BURNS MY LIPS

WHILE MY FINGERS DEEP

IN BUTTERED BREAD

AND CRISPY HAM,

LINGER ON THE SOFT

AND TENDER CRUST.

IT'S ALMOST LUST!

AND MY HEART POUNDS

WILDLY IN MY CHEST.

'IT'S FOR THE BEST'

I TELL MYSELF,

STIRRING THE BROWN, HOT,

AND STEAMING DRINK

FLAVOURED WITH RHUM.

AND THE PHONE RINGS.

HURTING MY EARS,

ALMOST A STING,

A PIERCING SOUND.

THE CRY OF FUTURES DOOMED:

YOUR LIFE AND MINE,

ALMOST IN SHREDS.

I LEAVE IT RING

UNTIL IT BRINGS

INTO MY MEMORY

THE WORST NIGHTMARE

I HAPPEN TO REVIVE.

AND FOR MY LIFE

IN THAT ONE MOMENT I DECIDE

TO LET YOU GO.

I TAKE THE BEVERAGE, NOW COLD

WITH CRISPED HANDS,

AND HOLDING BACK MY TEARS,

I DRINK WITHOUT PASSION...

AND BOLD.

I UNDERSTAND...