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.
