The light game

He said it and then said it again
His coffee turned cold
Taste from rich to white
Yet the smoke and the words came out of his mouth
Simultaneously
No more

*

Once there was the reason
The body craving but the mind also
Wanting to share and to walk alongside
And to cast away the shivers there at night
No more desperate fights against alcoholic demons
Clinging to long legged tools, breathing in the gutters
Nauseous mornings
City life is sometimes boring

*

Also those serial killer eyes of hers
But that he couldn’t say
Her hand on his chest
His fingers round her neck
And the strange sounds that followed

*

Perhaps he could sit there until time stopped
He would have to face it
He just wanted her memory to fade away

James Turell - Skeet