Old memories cupped in crippled hands
Keeps you close despite the distance.
An old box of silver and gold and soft veneer
Holds silent quotes
And dormant frosted thoughts
Of dust and stone and summer months,
Where crimson thoughts coloured our talk.
Like a subservient sun under fading skies,
I sit in silence.
Your memories tug at my flesh
Like hunger, like truth, like love.
Haunted by whispered hopes in purple patches
Waiting for the clouds of Hades to descend again
The whips of thunder to crack,
Flash and moan,
Till something breaks and the trickle of tears
Stains the kitchen table.
Then as silent as a thief a frost creeps across the room,
The night cradles the moon,
But the night fails to sooth
…and the booze retreats
……….and the day’s embers fade
……………..and the roses begin to decay…
But until sleep we do not part.
Keeps you close despite the distance.
An old box of silver and gold and soft veneer
Holds silent quotes
And dormant frosted thoughts
Of dust and stone and summer months,
Where crimson thoughts coloured our talk.
Like a subservient sun under fading skies,
I sit in silence.
Your memories tug at my flesh
Like hunger, like truth, like love.
Haunted by whispered hopes in purple patches
Waiting for the clouds of Hades to descend again
The whips of thunder to crack,
Flash and moan,
Till something breaks and the trickle of tears
Stains the kitchen table.
Then as silent as a thief a frost creeps across the room,
The night cradles the moon,
But the night fails to sooth
…and the booze retreats
……….and the day’s embers fade
……………..and the roses begin to decay…
But until sleep we do not part.
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