A pathetic little man from outer space.
Gridlocked tears pause broken behind my eyes.
They need escape.
Recall the thoughts that brought you there & fall.
Two reasons why.
Monuments of old illuminate the room in which I sleep. Torture to the end.
The blue-grey top you wore so often. A photographic bombsite that played with love.
Which stripped itself on so many occasions. Each written in a booklet of the past.
With pain & hate & broken down communication.
& ended in abject failure.
& the taste of you.
Your dolled up face.
You childish ways which glued my attention as the years rolled by.
As the kisses flowed.
& smiles fought with such happy lips.
I loved you.
& then the glue was gone
& the lies were born.
Pages ripped in the book of delight.
I was two hours too late.
& you were gone.
A jumper left, crying over the red leather chair on which we played.
& the pink glitter lipstick which made you taste so fun
Alone & lost upon the mantelpiece of my fire.
The house is empty now.
But I see you everywhere.
~ haunted by thoughts & visions & dreams.
© ed simkins