Trap Door

You hoped there’d be another but it’s another night alone the empty vines of memories is a wine you call your own It’s the ritual in a cigarette unshaved, unwashed and couldn’t care less a single seat a solo time the prediction of it’s ending a kaleidescope of nothing to keep it off your mind With no request for it’s suddenness the picture of a smile those eyes her laugh the body which drove you wild and in your heart repeat resist repeat resist as she floats there in her phantom with all the mist of undelivered passion and ………………………………………. Ignore the ghost forget the wine on cold lips the empty glass settles ponder conspiracies think of philosophies drive the madness and all it’s sadness back into their blank memories leave them there please to rest in the dark You pray the magician and his trap door find no cause to open it once more still the wretched spring is tightening a tweak of agony on your heart strings no lock no bolt no long years eulogy but you had hoped there really would be