After

After

Emotions cool, dawn of the darkness

Black Widow is reality, destroying happiness

Physical reactions never disguised

Loneliness is no prize regardless of guise

Hangover in the morning sun of no shine

Longing for Darkness’ moon, often mine

Silence is the curse from the wicked

No cries of passion is silence’s prized ticket

Your perfume lingers in my skin, for on is so shallow

I remember your brief touch, time is a relative fellow

Your feminine warmth, time was forever

It is letting go that decides whether it was the nether

Breaking the barrier of After, secret unknown by few

I am one of the few, with fleeting loves; they kissed, and then flew

Face the mirror to look at your lines

Try to see what they saw, Black Widow's opines