02-07-2013, 04:22 AM
In this room, I lay with loves I met.
I filed away the images I knew
would rise again, like wraiths of raw regret,
and that one day I’d say goodbye to you.
You lie beside me as the light disclaims
the greyed-out phantoms, fantasies still clear.
Her shadow moves across my recalled frames;
I almost taste the sweetness of her tears.
Then there was the long and snow-deep night;
another sat upon this bed and cried.
I watched her rise, naked in the light,
dress slowly, leave, with nothing but her pride.
I look to where a silhouette still lies;
her name was kept, she never made it known.
We thrashed and threw our passion to dark skies
but when I woke and called her…she was gone.
I damn you for your bodies: ageless, pure!
Why do such recollections stay so new?
How could I love so long, yet be unsure?
Goodbye my loves; another day with you.
Tectak
Jan 2013
I filed away the images I knew
would rise again, like wraiths of raw regret,
and that one day I’d say goodbye to you.
You lie beside me as the light disclaims
the greyed-out phantoms, fantasies still clear.
Her shadow moves across my recalled frames;
I almost taste the sweetness of her tears.
Then there was the long and snow-deep night;
another sat upon this bed and cried.
I watched her rise, naked in the light,
dress slowly, leave, with nothing but her pride.
I look to where a silhouette still lies;
her name was kept, she never made it known.
We thrashed and threw our passion to dark skies
but when I woke and called her…she was gone.
I damn you for your bodies: ageless, pure!
Why do such recollections stay so new?
How could I love so long, yet be unsure?
Goodbye my loves; another day with you.
Tectak
Jan 2013

