A BOOK OF REVELATION
There is no sunset,
Only darkness closing in–
the black ink of night spilling upon the pages
of what was once great literature,
now ending as cheap fiction.
You were written as indelible and
I, only penciled in, then erased.
There are no stars over the marquee, no blinking lights.
It was me who crowned you King of Hearts–
a bit player with a walk-on-part
eclipsed by your shadow, waiting in the wings
for a chance to be your leading lady.
After all these years, all these tears,
you are gone, like you never were.
Every thought is dissonant with how little I meant to you,
every breath a negation of life
and how little time I actually spent with you.
There was no you, there was no me.
My mind conceived you, my heart deceived me
Until a cold-water awakening
yanked me out of my stupor
from a worldliness sleep
into realms of wakeful truth,
ripping the residue of what remained as love from my eyes.
These words are all I leave you–
not as a kiss or a touch,
perceptible only by pen and paper.