The Last Time I Saw You

Gaunt, was always
the word that fitted you best
even the first time I saw you.

It suited you,
added a mysterious air
to your devil may care
demeanor.

Tall and slim
to the point of scrag end, I used to joke,

That was when
we were still in love,
could still laugh at each other’s silliness.

Gaunt, was still
how I saw you that last time.

By then, you were
staring from liver diseased eyes,
grinning with cigarette stained teeth,
smelling of decay and cheap whiskey.

There was no longer any mystery
yet the devil remained…
Uncaring.

©
Copyright
VMM
2008