Phantasmagoria

- Betwixt: Phase II - Poem IV -

If I cared enough to ask if your weekends would be filled with lovelorn,

I would’ve asked when I returned from the storm

But the cold on the glass said enough to me,

The silence between us rang loud in the autumn debris

There’s a hurt in you, I can see it just fine,

A mirror ache caught in wintertime

And I’m the same, so let us be,

A rekindled dream on New Year’s Eve

We could fake it ‘till we make it fate,

Can I call you, babe, for the weekend as we meet up by your gate?

‘Cause it’s the holidays and I’m not backing down,

We were once a hometown habit that was northbound

I parked my car between God and his graces,

Where we had lunch together and played a game of aces

Now your volcanic smell can’t let me be,

We can both run, but our past still grieves

I ran too, you watched me go,

And now I wonder if you know

If we don’t find our way back to each other soon,

We’ll both be ghosts under the Christmas moon

We’ll catch a film, no room between the seats,

My arm around you, we’ll share candy treats

I’ll talk about my plans to visit Upper Victoria,

And ask if you want to come, we’ll call if phantasmagoria

Sleep in late for old time’s sake,

But never ask each other to bend or break

I’ll fly back north to set days of fake,

To smiles I force and the laughs I make

You’ll write about me, should I become,

The boy who left the prodigal one 

But you're the only one who sees,

The one side of the real me

And my heart is crushed to have known,

All the love we shared in your old home

You’re the warmest body I’ll ever know,

Can I call you my own?

Call it what you want or what it is,

A phantom dance on terraces, a near-missed kiss

And maybe once a year we’ll meet,

To watch a movie and share secrets only we keep

I’ll keep asking you if you wanna grab lunch,

‘Cause you’re all I want, you’re all I’ve touched

In my dark days, it’s so crystal clear,

It’s just you and me standing here

I’ll keep our mementos of times so true,

When we tried popcorn and dried mango fruit

And the Phantasmagoria flickers through,

The reel winds back, it always ends on you