Sparrow Kisses

Soft as a sparrow,
you whisper in my ear.
"I love you," you say,
then nestle your head into my neck,
buries from this world
of hatred and violence.
Gentle kisses, silent. Chaste.
A true cliche, but this,
this is my life.

Now you kiss my cheek.
"I'm sorry" replaces the sweet
language from before,
ruins my mind,
bitters my mouth,
sinks in ... slowly.
"Why...?"
No response.

Three months later,
I meet someone new.
Love, you could say,
at first sight.
Another cliche.
... and life goes on.