Apr 162012
 

A lamp burns in the corner of my room,
Evilly-eyed. Somehow, today, my happiness
Is playing hide-and-seek with me gloomily.
Newspapers pile up. The room’s a mess.
Only over the bed is there a memory
Of wings, scarlet happiness, ecstasies
We shared on the fitted sheets of ivory.
Those afternoons come to me now. Too clear.
My head rattles like a tin can full of pebbles:
The pebbles are hard eyes of yesterdays I’ve seen,
From the mildly annoying to the incredible.
Remembering you, our joy, makes me sadder than I’ve been
In a long time, a long row of odd days,
Ragtag and worsted-ended, without your golden rays.

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