The Heat Of The Moment

in the heat even my fingers
sweat holding my cigarette
unfolding feelings like no less
inhalation will help me forget
but at best bet reduced remembering
is all I know to expect
when I step by the place
where I recall the moment we first met

memory's a trigger for a bullet
ripping through me pulling
my head down my throat then out
my chest with full force
at a speed with sharp surprise
that by regret's course sighs
until I pass by and find
you're not there to any further endorse

expansion of the guilt which,
like a snail shell fits my back
that I carry 'round as a home
leaving silvery sadness tracks
that though I don't turn to see
I know lead right back to you
and a truth I tried to make a lie
but now rue for being inexact