I feel you seeping through these walls. Sweet, raptured, cold but breathing relentlessly.
Your persistence amazes me, it frightens me. How many times have I thrown you out my room, off the balcony. How many times, as an act of self sacrifice have you taken a poisoned dart through the heart for me.
I missed you last night when you didn't show up. I left the window open and set your chair by the fire place.
You watch me when I'm asleep. Are my dreams that entertaining? You keep redecorating my bedroom in the middle of the night, I must say, I do enjoy watching the faces you make when you are struggling to assemble the furniture, as you have done with my future.
I don't know why you won't leave, but one thing is for certain, you return because you love me. Not because you're lost or masochistic.
Should you not materialize one night, I wonder, would I still feel this important as I do this moment as you escort me to the edge of my balcony.
Ceaser Mata
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