He Sat

He sat

Staring into space

Every thought brought him back to her face

Glass of whiskey in hand

Wondering how she had slipped through his fingers like fine grains of sand

Next to him

A cigar burnt, now she had gone it was his only sin

Watching the smoke

Seeing her image, knowing it was all a big hoax

As the image began to dance

Drawing him in to a deep trance

As she writhed

Twirled, whirled and sighed

Tears running down his stubble covered chin

Wondering how he could even begin

To win back the love of the one her had hurt

With thoughtless words that now seemed absurd

The glass falling from his grip

As his reality began to slip

As the maiden of smoke

Began to provoke

Taunting and mocking

Showing him things that were meant to shock him

The dancing imp

Stripped naked making him glimpse

Perfection once known

In one he no longer owned

The taunting continued

Until with venomous attitude

He stubbed out the fire

Making the image of his desire

Disappear instantly

Beginning to message his love insistently

Shocked when she replied

All hope of winning her back now alive

As he sat staring into space

Every thought bringing back images of her face…