In shrouds of evaporated rain
I sip tea behind glazed windows
In a baggy worn out t-shirt
Watching the sway of verdant
The object of my adoration
Creeps up from some room
Wraps me in their arms
Rests their lips on my neck
And then in one moment
They somehow become yours
In seafoam eves of solitude
I am gripped by a tale of vengence
In a cosy weighted blanket
Clutching my worthless heart
The champion of that artifact
Lounges on a closeby sofa
Reads their high fantasy
Looks at me time to time
And then in one moment
Those eyes resemble yours
In comforts age-old
And wants undisclosed
And perhaps cruelest of all
In greens once adored
My insufferable dearest
Your presence is littered
Your spectre embedded
Spring was agony
But now it is autumn
With amnesty, a gift never yours
You dared find kindling
I forbade you to find
In the ashes of my heart
How, I may not know
Persophone to my Hades
When one lights for a living
All fire is trifling
And I will put it out
Come winter will exorcise
All that once was yours