Amaretto in the Melting Room

Today I remembered a disheartening moment
and turned it into something good.

I invited them at my table. I invited them in my home. I
shared my memories with them.

All along their eyes were on something
they deemed more valuable. Shiny things. Fool’s gold.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it cannot come
from your enemies.

If this is about money for you as well, may thy bottle
chip and shatter – friend.