In The Bedroom

phantom

I smelled you in the bedroom. 

You've been gone 4 months but there you were in your dark blue breath 

On my neck.

I opened the door and you looked at me without eyes.

It came flying back, the sharp ends of knives 

That you left when you left.

And you're probably playing a guitar somewhere,

Talking to girls I'd rather kill than look at,

Or watching the smoke curl away from your cigarette and the long fingers that hold it

But you were there in my bedroom

Last night, for a minute.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Very nice :)