Gone Tomorrow
The window pane catches your reflection As you lift your body from the bed And walk to the bathroom I watch it flit across the glass Like a still from a cinema screen; Ethereal like a shadow Real as my skin brushed yours I pull the covers up under my chin Breathing the musk of you in My body is warm from the moment But my lips are turning blue I shudder, turning to see the expressionless wall A cold reality of a stolen dream Your reflection doesn't echo Empty shadows haunt the room But still the threads of you weave in and out of the silence My soul tightening and pulling Upon the stitch that spun our lives together Knotting now, A cruel reminder of our melodies pain Too naive to see your reality bite Too worldly to believe my fairy tale I didn't imagine this ever after My red shot eyes blink As the wind cuts through the open window Letting in a cold breath Freezing my face The imprint where your body lay Folds into the ripples of the sheets And you dissolve into the pillow Forever lost in that unspent dream.
© Nathalie Pownall 2003