sitting in the dark, i would wait
hoping you’d come back
heart on your sleeve, apology ready
some semblance of guilt, empathy plenty
crawling, tail between your legs
back to our glass house, empty
desperate, i whispered eulogies
months passed waiting by the phone
entwined your name in prayers
‘just a temporary high’, she swears
in every laugh, every torment
i’m sure it’s there somewhere
always in my peripheral, yet
never meeting the eye
desire, the naked temptress
chased after it nevertheless
marked for perpetuity, still you left
better off they’d say? never, i protest
i stalk your ghost in dreams
awake in my shame, it remains
every memory threatens to leave
cling in desperation, it’s futile maybe
but i still hope i cross the mind
of judas who loved me
