conniver

I’m the conniver
who stole into your intimacy:
brash talk, youth, idealism
I had you on many claws.

Now in the slow-twitch of twilight,
with my mystery
a long gone farce,
what magic can i summon
for that smile,
for that sense of wonder that took me in
the first time,
that locked me in for good.

At least you have the past
to hang good memories on,
to trace your life to this chiasma,
to meddle with and isolate
the ghosts of repair.

At least you didn’t know
what you lost.