It might be the poignant words
which I've not been waiting for...

Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass...

Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...

Have kisses stained your skin
or have they brought muse...

I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...

Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...

Cool breeze wheel and dive
making it through dawn again...

All that was once meaningful
and destined, has lost all meaning...

Carved into me like I was of stone
thousand folds of faults and corrections...

Muddied are the creeks,
no blue reflections...

Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...

What do you want of me?
the ghost, the lone lover writing poetry...