Straight Black Coffee

She asked me why it all had to be darkened such,
I asked back to track down why they burnt trust,
Light cling to those that love is not quite a crutch,
Metal hearts caught in citrus rain begin to fray, rust.

Not sure why I drink all my coffee straight black,
The cream is too rich and the sugar securely sweet,
To one who’s back only bended in, became cracked,
When every story ended not with satisfaction but defeat.
Thomas Spychalski

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