The shadows talk in

The shadows talk in

Murmurs.

No more

Than rumours in the dark.

Seeping through walls,

Slipping between the cracks

In my soul.

Haunting my waking,

Tormenting my dreams

With their

Temptation,

Of other.

The easy way

Is to fall.

For the drop

Is a chasm

That opens at my feet.

Each time the hot

Bite of memory

Burns its truth

Into my heart,

And the bitter taste

That coats my tongue

Is sated, by

The cheap toss

Of alcohol,

I die a little.

Out of nowhere

The softness of your skin,

The smell of you,

Brings me

To my knees.

And the beauty

Of this pure thought

Brings peace.

The darkness recedes,

Into another day,

When, with luck

The sun will

Lead me home,

To you,

Once more.

And all will be well,

Time will tell.