An alleyway isn't always inviteing.

I remember seeing you once,
you tip-toed beside a man with his lips to yours in an alleyway.
You gave love.

I remember seeing you twice,
you stood beside a man with his hood up in an alleyway.
You gave money.

I remember seeing you thrice,
you knelt beside a man with his zipper down in an alleyway.
You gave pleasure.

I remember seeing you once more,
you lay alone with your breath stopped in an alleyway.
I gave tears.

I will see you once more.