Sparkatale

Memento

 

The night still passes

By in silence, as the

World sleeps on and

I stare out.

 

And, far across

The midnight gulf between

Us, I sense you lie

Awake and ponder too

 

The night. In silence,

Too, the lies you told

Resound throughout the

Spaces left by daytime,

 

And I know the weight

Your guilt must press

Upon you.  And that

Night, now months ago,

 

Lives on - though powerless,

Still painful, and all

Too present still. Affliction

Pressed then in, and a

 

Mind then crushed by

Terror you would

Leave me - ruined me -

And abandonment, though

 

I long foresaw, still stung

That night I longed to fade

Away.  And then the pain closed

In as one last time, your

 

Voice rang out, then stripped

Of all its softness, and the

Coldness of your answer seemed

Then meant to spur me on.

 

And in this night that passes,

Only now your lies remain,

Only now the horror of

Your meaning lives to strike me.

 

And the guilt that now must

Strike you strikes me now

In blackest night, in silent

Moments just after three.

 

And the lies that come

Come now, perhaps, to assuage

A conscience guilty far

Beyond what it can bear.

 

And across the nighttime

Gulf, I see you lost

Among a crowd of

Flatterers, and so lonely

 

In the midst of those

Who now surround you,

As the one who longed to

Understand you understands,

 

And turns the other way.

 

25/5/19