we sheltered under eaves
of lost time and aching solitude
slowed motion
our paths crossed
we dare not touch
rehearsing heartbreak and leave-taking
stairs
a hallway with no turning
condemned to relive a love
ever unconsumated
always alone
a red billowing curtain belies our passion
an empty hotel room
2046
there is no future
no past
only an aching emptiness
slippers forgotten
kept as relics
and stolen back
by a visage not a visitor
red lipstick on a cigarette
left in suspense
on the edge of a lost horizon
I go back
all is gone
the story has moved on
new players
in the same rooms
I don't knock on the closed door
tears
and whispered secrets among ancient stones
lost forever
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