The roller-coaster kinda affection

Cups overflowing with deceit

Plates of regrets adorning the dinner table

Serviettes stained with no remorse

Spoons of insults making way for the ears

Forks and knives playing defence

defending the reality that dwells in the absence of us

Curtains of confessions missing from the windows

yet it's too dark to see through

the truth that never found way outta the lips

the very lips that buffeted on the walls of our sacred being

Tears washing away our holy communion