then the door closed

 

So pale under glass
so many days like tomorrow
your red hair I remember
as well as anything,I suppose
none ov my memories remain clean
all so rotton,all displeased
nonsensical,execrating and final
this is jail,this is a madhouse
those are your shadows
after all these years your shadow
is still present in every room
I see the shadow ov your hourglass figure
and I curse you for cheating
we were supposed to die together
escape together,bleed out as one,
you cheated me out of a proper death
a quick death,a painless death
you left a mess.

-Alfred Huete
04 October,2010