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When we passed upon the stair

My eyes raised up and yours so low

Our faces never met like

I had always dreamed that they would

Those days so distant, lives away

Nights of noise and dance and drink

Regretful sun-drowned hollow hours

I strangled each and every one

Behind the mirror-glass I saw

The landscapes painted at first light

When dawn’s soft lips still bore the kiss

And hands that brushed became a touch

But in the palace we had danced

Limbs and fingers grown like vines

And far below our bodies writhed

In forgotten corners dark

The truth grew flowers in your heart

To hide the weeds that choke me still

And when we passed upon the stair

I wished that you had

Remembered me.


© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020