Trap Door
You hoped there’d be another
but it’s another night alone
the empty vines of memories
is a wine you call your own
It’s the ritual in a cigarette
unshaved, unwashed
and couldn’t care less
a single seat
a solo time
the prediction of it’s ending
a kaleidescope of nothing
to keep it off your mind
With no request for it’s suddenness
the picture of a smile
those eyes
her laugh
the body which drove you wild
and in your heart
repeat resist
repeat resist
as she floats there in her phantom
with all the mist of undelivered passion
and ……………………………………….
Ignore the ghost
forget the wine
on cold lips the empty glass settles
ponder conspiracies
think of philosophies
drive the madness
and all it’s sadness
back into their blank memories
leave them there
please
to rest in the dark
You pray the magician and his trap door
find no cause to open it once more
still the wretched spring is tightening
a tweak of agony on your heart strings
no lock
no bolt
no long years eulogy
but you had hoped there really would be
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