Dark Angel

Worms feast on my brain
and you feign tears.
Black always was your colour.
Widow’s weeds suit you well
and yet that fetching veil
cannot conceal
what is in your eyes. Eyes
that despise the man
I used to be. A man
who would have gladly
given you the moon, if
for one fleeting moment
you had deigned
to throw his way
a crumb of your affection.

Runs through my mind,
when the day of reckoning comes,
the stakes will be dead even.
But I’ll feel no compassion.
I gave you all I had
and you bled me dry.
By the time my debts are paid
all I bequeath
is this adjacent plot of land.
What more
could you possibly ask for?
Together for eternity
we two shall be. With you
my own, my angel,
in death as in life …
cold as ice.