The clock’s face is blank now I’m without you.

All substance trickles through my hands like tears

Though lessons are stored, I don’t have a clue

What bitter sweetness could assuage my fears

Of sitting by fires, long since gone out,

My face smudged with cinders which cannot fade.

Despite magic poured, I must always doubt

The true solidity of the joys made.



My pumpkin was smashed, that’s all that it was,

Halloween horror with one stroke of light.

At least I ran before darkness because

Better to weep than be wed to the night.

My last hope fragmented like my glass heart.

Love’s a void promise which tears you apart.