The Mystery of Love and Time

it happened before the second equinox during the eleventh hour
while I was here again, as before.
she was there, 
Lying quietly on my round chair 
in the stillness of the vacant room.
head down
arms along each side,
I saw her as I walked by
and in a flash, she was gone

no one else around

games of love and life
careful of the reflection, ma'am
mirrors don't lie
behaviors reveal more than you know

I see through those forced smiles
and careful words.
the dark rises when heads are turned,
yet, I will no longer walk this tortured path
of empty steps
and wet grass...