Convenience Man

What's gone still lives in my soul,
dead lyrics written on ancient parchment
scrolls. I sit in the dark, my perfume
losing its magic waiting for you.

I wait the moment not to come. Gone the
white of glacier slipping out to sea, the rigid
center of you unfolding in silence.

I am a temporary refuge for your crown,
coming by when it suits you, wearing dark
glasses in the rain.

You cannot stain a black coat, feigning
indifference. It's gnashing bared serpent's
teeth giving you away.

Too long the holding on became the saving.
For years I mended the same coat, the pockets
were always empty.

paulygrl (c)