Crimson lipstick marks, perfume on his clothes,
A chasm between us was opening
As barren as his fawning composes.
Exposed by hush whispers betokening
That he will leave behind tear-stained pillows,
Bitter nostalgia and shredded chattels.
Sad songs about split-ups blasts through earphones,
Mascara streaks for ancient romances,
Photographic remnants are set alight
As cherry ice-cream dribbles down one’s chin.
Dump sugary cute teddys in the bin,
Be green-eyed at girls in romance novels
With drowned griefs in emerald wine bottles.