Through the long dark night your memory haunts me.
The fragrance of your hair next to mine.
A moment of pleasure, a life of regret.
The bitter taste of chances long gone.
Your voice whispers softly in the autumn breeze,
Of a time when we almost were friends.
We grew ever closer, then parted in anger,
Politeness, the sharpest of knives.
Masque upon masque, I play out my role,
Of the fool for whom nobody cares.
Hiding behind my cynical eyes,
A bottomless well of despair.
You showed me a vision of comfort and joy,
I held on and breathed in your love,
Then the nightmare returned and I ran from you crying.
Hidden behind a harlequins smile.
Glimpses of gentleness grow evermore welcome,
defenseless, I search for your soul.
Hope against hope that your heart will remember,
And linger, no longer alone.