~~Parting Blow~~

So many,
so long
so lonely
these days spent
waiting
at the shrouded
window,
lurking
in the corners
beneath the shadows
cast by ghosts;
needing
the comfort
of sunset,
the elusive promise
of your voice.
And yes,
I remember
how often
you left me
to hunker down
like the child peering out
from the dark side
of my eyes;
how many times
you cast a dagger-wrought
smile
over your shoulder
as you passed by
my door,
waiting only
long enough
to instill
the teasing breath
of hope:
but this
is different,
isn't it,
your knowing smirk
an unfamiliar brand
of despair.
So taunting,
but that was what
I begged for;
and you--
with your
hooded eyes
and phantom
whisper--
you were always
the obliging one,
weren't you;
always the one
to indulge
that inherent
sadism,
to grind me down
and let me drink
from your hand
at the pleading
of a sleepless
murmur.
So why then
am I surprised
at this emptiness,
this last lovely
tease--
of course you
would leave me
with only that
spirit;
your abscence
as
a parting
blow.

~(c)8/00 The Mad Poet (A.K.LaBelle)