Chosen

I saw a shadow of you in the lamplight.  

The hideaway of forever history. 

An image of a God I used to love and the 

Days I forgot to remember.  

Heartbreaking hands tap against your thighs  

as you stride:  

nights of sick lullabies in heaven’s arms, 

light streaming in through a false window 

twisting in my headache.  

There is a slow click and you are seen, 

those green-blue eyes flashing scarlet in  

the Somber amber rays of midnight.  

Perhaps you will spot me, 

capture me with the buttons I used to undo like cuff links wrapped in plastic.  

I used to be beautiful - 

different and new, 

the jealousy in the breeze that touches your  

clothes 

and waltzes through your hair.  

Will you remember me, my sweet, 

when I am a myth in your legend?