Forlorn in this forsaken room, my mind to shadows clings,
Filled to the brim with fragments of a life no longer mine.
It was a game at first… Alas. How ruthless time’s weight swings
Your quirks were mine to love. For every one I’m cursed to pine.
How like a child you were, enchanted. Every gift — a treasure
Not to be opened in a hurry, find out what lay within.
As if the secret may be yours to find – a drawn out pleasure –
With patient care you caressed its every edge and listened in.
How you dissevered nourishment to pieces in dismay:
A micro-universe to be explored before it fled,
As if from every tasted morsel you could tear away
The memories of paths that others once upon have tread.
Rolled cigarette: between your fingers – miniature cigar,
Breathed in the scent as if to you it were a fragrant flower.
When from the blossom of your lips I stole the smoldered star,
You chided that your only vice should not let mine turn sour.
I spied you, when upset, step out of your tranquil skin,
Berating sweetly failings to you only known
And in so doing you detached the sinner from the sin
To chase with laughter clouds, hold secrets yours alone.
I loved how you chose colours for your moods, long-vanished shore
And grew afraid to see you wear purple, downward climb,
For trouble would be tarring my horizons with its oar.
How quick I raked my brain for clues to how I failed this time…
Moment of you. No longer mine to cherish and obey.
For one mistake am punished for a lifetime. Come what may.