When we passed upon the stair
My eyes raised up and yours so low
Our faces never met like
I had always dreamed that they would
Those days so distant, lives away
Nights of noise and dance and drink
Regretful sun-drowned hollow hours
I strangled each and every one
Behind the mirror-glass I saw
The landscapes painted at first light
When dawn’s soft lips still bore the kiss
And hands that brushed became a touch
But in the palace we had danced
Limbs and fingers grown like vines
And far below our bodies writhed
In forgotten corners dark
The truth grew flowers in your heart
To hide the weeds that choke me still
And when we passed upon the stair
I wished that you had
Remembered me.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
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