In That Haunted Way of Yours

[dauthik]

A spontaneous poem. I was thinking of this poem How Could You Ever Be Fine. I have not written anything for a long, long, time.

In That Haunted Way of Yours

We lost touch
When you walked away
From us.
Then from the town.
Into the snow and out on the road.

I watched you burn on television.
I called you once,
When you were high,
Or drunk,
Or on some other drug.

You said,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Then murmured something unintelligible
About strumpets
And wept.

Escape didn't help you.
Do you still answer "fine,"
When people worry over you,
Does their worry still choke you?
I hope you are alive.