And I want to hate
But I can never take back the poems
I've written for her.
As if a being protected by my memory
Untouched by the vicissitudes of time and tension
I bet she isn't coming anymore
And I can never call my words back home.
They're free of me now
Turned to fluid infinity mist
I'm left to wonder now
If it was all just smoke and mirrors then.
My heart shudders into a vibrato
And all my senses play to their instruments
As my silent tears run in a solemn somnolent servitude
Against the bars of our cinderous cage.