I find no solace in an empty bottle, as

The shadows of the temptress haunt me,

I speak French in dreams I see before me,

You wear no clothes & the bra is padded.

But,

&

No, no, …

There is no way forward …

There is a path, … A path not taken, but

I stay hidden as I is famous, and

Famously unnoticed and thus

Unspoken of, forgotten.

I find no solace in an empty bottle,

I find a me without a you,

I see a dream fading slowly,

I kick the can down memory lane &

Watch it bouncing

Always