She’s a guardian angel
who freed my conscience.
What cursed thread
bound you to my life?
We meet at the bistro,
to witness dawn’s light.
My mind feels our hands caress
over coffee shared.
We stroll along the canal
greeting friends and ghosts alike.
My hands at my side
our shadows’ arms entwine.
Your smile’s a baited trap
your laugh like a prison.
We discuss our life and the future.
Why never our future life?
Did you care of the choice you had?
I sought another, to soothe my pain.
You latched on to one for gain.
Our nests to expand, I find life is very sad.
She, in her flowing black dress
knows my depths.
I shiver,
our parting nears.
“Fear not, lover,
We’ll meet again on the morrow.”
Her voice’s dark whispers,
so sweet.
They say you fear light’s flight.
But I know it’s the darkness of my soul.
