artificial sweetener

Artificial sweetener packets decorated the car’s floor-mats.

Their wet shoes made them martyrs. A few sprinkles escaped,

Separated and near change,

Butterfly wings dried 

And saved their disintegration  

For the last trip home. 

Some moments belong in paper-bags. 

It’s all relative 

To the drop off, stepping out,

Putting rehearsal to use and knowing

Lives which interact 

As  

Accidental greetings 

Are what relationships represent. 

It won’t happen again. 

At least not like this. 

Time intervals, conducive to love

Flitter like an excuse 

To leave the situation behind. 

“hello.” means 

They never had a chance.

Published by akcola

AK Cola is a pop-culture war veteran.

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