Lament

String of golden moments
Fell under your steps
Which brutalized petals
Of long trembling days
You did all the killing
With your tender hand
And then closed the door
Leaving me in cell
Leaving me to die
Of my private shame
Or if I preferred
Of what came to hand
You just turned the page
And my throat clogged
With feelings that ached
Resisting all words
Resisting all rage
Fighting for a break
Against beads of pain
Strung around my neck
I survived the cataclysm
And saved little pack
Of old tunes and memories
In case you come back