#phantome

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

You licked your lips and whispered softly ‘Come here, adore me,’

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

Midnight struck and by my luck I was sitting alone in bed,

Trying to place this night smell when something caught my eye-

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

Loose in silk, or maybe velvet, or maybe my eyes were cross–

Maybe in this life your name is still something that feels homely,

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

I exalted from my chamber and rushed to you, la phantome, 

Legs weak from misuse but arms flinging ever forward.

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

Hands met fabric and then nothing at all, ma phantome,

Nothing at all to place myself against lest your fragile memory,

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

Within this lonesome sorrow is some shredded gleam of hope,

That tears me from the inside and yearns for something more.

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

Disturb not the one who stares up at the luminous moon.

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