A letter to O.

 

What spirit do you feel?
Neither faint nor standing on solid ground. 
Fascination can have its toll. 
Why did you lure me in, 
Just to spit me out. 
Into the den and out in shreds, 
Am mystified and empty. 
A professional stance keeps me sane, 
You have engraved yourself in me. 
I see that no more of my prints are left, 
In the sand of your memory.      
I feel and it pains me, 
Though there is no direction, 
Not always a path on the horizon,      
That lets one miss another outcome. 
The impossible can be chanced upon, 
Riding the hopeless horse, 
On your barred course leading nowhere. 
I wish and long for affection, 
And all I receive is indifference. 
Is it your morals or simply regret, 
That echoes in you empty stare.
No eye contact � no contact at all.      
Good-bye kindred spirit, good-bye.