She came last night with him

She came last night with him

Drunk, finished and deep in nowhere

She came, diaphanous, claiming 

The last seven years, and fidelity. 

I noticed she has bobbed over the years and weathered.

Time has mingled well with incoherent sleepless thoughts

Those thoughts that watch you with arms of endless love,

And embraces that till dawn start to climb beds and ceiling

Swallowed daybreak, immolation and rain.

I have gone through them.

My ceilings then held mist and cloud.

And I begged to stumble over night and dawn

The reflections remained etched in the cracks of my dressing table mirror

The clouds sprouted in there

blossomed and jumbled 

Rooms and life.

Twittering tales

Of beginning, of ending, of loving, of betrayal,

of houses,of the unborn and spaces in between

Followed.

Compassionate and passionate 

Flattened by my walls.

She left my house in the early hours of the morning.

I took him, drunk and drugged, to bed.

I let his arms cover and crowd mine.

Outside another dawn was breaking 

The night had reached the grey roads outside

The moss in the nearby graveyard glistened in the morning light

The light that awakes laughter.

The light that drowns night.