Crimson Carpets At Dusk

You're sitting on the couch, watching TV.

Wishing that you could be watching me.

Praying to find me in your arms.

Hoping to be mystified by my charms.

Wanting me only to exist.

Needing nothing save one last kiss.

Why couldn't it have been someone else?

You cannot imagine how it must've felt.

And now you lie alone in your bed.

With images of me clouding your head.

Did I go to Heaven, or was it Hell?

You need to know which way I fell.

That way you can arrange for us to meet.

When you get to sleep your eternal sleep.

You'll never let go; I'm the love of your life.

You're even beginning to fondle that knife.

They tell you to move on; start anew.

They tell you that is what's best for you.

But you know the truth; they're all insane.

One little stab could kill your pain.

'I'll do it, ' you think, 'No one will care.'

'Maybe she'll be waiting for me there.'

You slump in your chair as the world turns black.

Crimson stains the carpet; you can't take this back.

(December 2005)