You are a pillar of silence;
A daunting, stubborn sentinel
Standing vigil in the
Charnel house that is me.

You are an ebbing shadow;
A recluse spider long gone.
Cobwebs are a black and white
Kaleidoscope in the moonlight.

You are a painful memory;
A flashback, faint, or severe
In varying degrees. You’re the
Reason why I bury photographs.

You are the words, left unsaid;
A hateful eulogy, a guarded
Epiphany... The lexicon of the
Most regretful person in the world.