Clamoring to the last thread of you
Hidden between lines of text
Written in black and white
As if to confuse me.
Tales of deaths
The trails of man
Through the lies of an abdicator.
Scenes play out in my mind
Though none of them vivid
Dancing one night on a lake
In a mask I designed myself
I planted seeds of doubt in placid waters
Where only the heinous survive.
Striding around them quite gently
Through the discourse of many volunteers
Only one would peek their head out;
Even that wasn’t real.
Sat confused in a parlor of ice
Wondering if you changed your mind
Or you weren’t even a man at all.
Though everyone told me to go on
You were never coming;
I still waited.