Along you went,
As vapor clears,
Vastness as your
Entry,
Time spent to its
Bottom.
I’ve witnessed the
Back of your suit
Trail beyond,
A click
Of the elevator button.
Down to its cement depths,
You’ll never face
Me again.
I’ll take stock,
An angry face
To burrow
In a black winter’s coat.
Sadness unveiled,
When the moments you
Pace in your apartment
Are allowed,
Then stitched up when you
Climb to the greatest heights
Of the skyscraper.
Alas,
Sighing to your mirrored
Visage in a sterile
Bathroom,
A sudden change in
Composure.
Those silent films
Playing in your mind.
Melancholy classical
Music droning on…
Will I gather you
Up,
Frame by frame,
Sleep unto dreams?
Will there rest on
Seas you gaze upon
Heavy foam thrown to
The shore?
What will death of
Love salt your
Eyes with?
