To know one’s life
Has been misspent
Before it can begin
To house one’s love
Where sadness lives
And so too, all one’s sins
To think of nought
Is thought misplaced
Spellbound and paralysed
To wish that lust
Unthinkable
Could simply be reprised
To hold your gaze
Once filled my heart
Now derelict and grey
To seek your hand
Through swirling sands
Met only with dismay
To break this curse
Like mirrors, reformed
Placed face up in your hand
To spend my days
In her shadow – alone
A welcome reprimand
