Jinx by the Bottle

The thoughts of you 

Make me sick and anxious--

And so I’d rather not 

Think of you at all. 

But you come back to me 

Day in and day out 

To plead for forgiveness

On matters that deserve none.

And you know 

I don’t forgive you.

I’ve settled the dust 

Over the mantle 

And in the chair where 

You so often used to sit. 

Meeting in my mansion 

As the rain came--

As this place has vanished 

From Astral time.

I can’t return to it anymore 

And I can’t pretend

That I hadn’t known 

For all of those years.

I knew you would disappoint--

Sink like men do 

When desperate for 

Some kind of affection.

Still I was kind because 

Kindness was not given to me--

By firelight and wind-song

I was ignorant.

I only wanted to love you

But even that 

Was drawn and difficult. 

Can you not be better

Without my prompting?

Darling, will you ever try?

You live in the fog of memories 

That roll in unexpected--

Passively in pace

With every incomplete story

I told in that house.

Author's Note

A friend of many years.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

I think I may have lived this story. I may have been the one who lived in the fog of memories which may have been the cause of all my misery. I try not to think of it much, but it's there.
Wonderful, easy to read, piece of work.

[living lavender]

loved this read...felt the hidden story that lead to these words.
{a connection with someone who never truly existed. in a way.}