Dirty window panes
and dim astray streetlights
I see my shattered reflection
smeared with the antediluvian
behind bloodshot eyes
and the grand cacophony of sighs
I hid behind parted clouds
and fragments of yellow porcelains
a little game of hide and seek
where I disillusioned myself
that you will look for me
from the empty room you left me
No bird croons tonight,
spiderwebs wrote no aubade
to give room from this woebegone poem,
cars passed ever slightly
the headlights razed shadows on the wall,
and all the doors of the world
open to lead you into where
my lifeless body lie in questions
Did you mean what you said?
Or what you opted in this silence?
I wrote us a eulogy
breaking my obdurate fingers,
crushing my ribs to will myself
and swallow your diamonds
Norman Santos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-game-og-hide-and-seek/
