Ruined Memory. Poem by Luke Curcio

Our secret bar.

The one we found. Hidden in Morristown.

You exposed our place.

Was it cold being there?

Did you remember my smiles. Our laughs.

Its on the second floor. The window looks below.

I knew you sat there. How could you be so low?

A happy memory we made, now tainted by you.

I searched for your love. I found your apathy instead.

Back at our bar.

But not back in our love.

There alone, without me.