After the fall, I waited for your Winter glow
But you never came
A ghost in the frigid cold
I could not see nor hear you
But felt you in a dream
When Halloween beckoned
Your Silence was felt again and again
Like Edgar Allen Poe's
Nevermore
Spring came and went
Without ceremony
Summer burned and died
Without you
I left the door open anyway
Mirrors in my brain reflect
What could have been
Wicked memories cloud my vision
When I awake bleary eyed and hungry
My body seeking fleeting ecstasy and nymphomaniac flesh
It all disappears in the light
Except the orgasmic sound
Echoing to mock it all
The fool I've been
Nighttime is a bitter dirge
A funeral of the mind
Memories are tombstones lodged in the brain
Hard, but fickle
Too emotional to touch
I cannot hold your luscious body in my arms
Just love you within a song
The wages of Sin bite hard, but leave no mark
You can discern
In the darkness I observe you
Clearly before you fade
Like dust into air
Wind into the distance
Water into a stream
Down a sewer drain
Some claim it was never there
But this love I know was real
My heart aches for your toxic
Beautiful Nothingness
Spiritually dispersed
Entombed within
A spectral fantasy.
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