If you refuse
to acknowledge me
said the unrelenting loss
who grinned like a deathshead,
I will conceal myself
in the folds
of shrivelled skin,
in the loosening of sinews.
I will hide behind
veiled compliments
and in the hideous kindness
of strangers.
In the depths of smoky rooms,
I will linger
like forgotten music.
I will wait
in gargoyle shadows
when midnight crawls,
among miracles that bloom
in stone carved streets.
And in the whisper of
the near-dawn song
and the loneliness
of footsteps,
you will know my name.
