in montreal

in montreal
you said
the last words
you wanted
to speak to me

you kept your word

i keep waiting for you to break it

it's only been thirty years

i'll give you a little more time

like a candle at midnight

like a candle at midnight
your sarcasm
drips
down
my waxed expression
of disbelief

i do not beleieve
the words you say
like knives thrown
to hurt me

i was very young
when i
believed
the wrong sorcerers
who taught
me to cast
spells
of self-destruction

i learned early
that pain
was a lie
told by the cruel

this is why
i left without warnung
and vanished into
thin air