The Shadow of Gloom

You showed up, poker-faced, solemnly impressive,

a phantom lay heavy on you;

I said, "Hello," and something got changed:

There's just a momentary, hardly noticeable flash

as you mumbled something deep...

Then you just stood there with a cigarette you'd lit

looking sorf of abandoned -- I didn't dare say a word,

and this I regret.

The Shadow of Gloom © Ladanseuse

Written on 8. 12. 2005