Clarity

Find clarity in my coffee cup.
Morning after misery.
Tell myself
it’s just some fun,
bury loneliness
in a stranger’s arms.
Our bodies tell us lies,
but we hear what we want to hear.
It could be different
this time.
It could be a beginning.
Midnight promise
is empty in the morning.
We are still just
two people.
Averted eyes,
and awkward attempts
at conversation.
The magic of easy words,
the shooting star connection,
is gone.
Release in the arms of a stranger
is never going to be enough.