I haunt that old cafe no more;
No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were.
I still wonder if you’re safe and sound,
wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive?
Once the parcel has been returned to the rightful owner,
my room doesn’t seem so claustrophobic anymore.
Did you know I don’t dwell in stardust anymore, that I bathe in sunshine?
I cremated that bridge the other day, the ashes are now sands of time.
No longer do I tread your road, nor take the plunge to a short cut;
My heart is unkempt still, its bearings firm;
Your bell has tolled in my story,
as I prosper in my vintage, occult glory.
