Time and time
And time again
I hear your gentle sighs
Never giving voice
To that which guards
Your words, your eyes.
I wait, abated and
Emotionally sedated
For the moment when
I know for sure
What kind of evening
Lays in hiding among
Shadows and skeletons
Best left forgotten but
Always paraded in the
Light when it suits you
It becomes you, you know
To let you think you’ve
Gained the upper hand
To let you feel all kinds
Of grand.