Walking past a darkened window
About my business of the day
I caught a glimpse deep inside
That sent me far away.
I shuddered at the thought upon
My furrowed brow, so cold
A memory of a locked trunk
I had believed far away.
Oh torment, why thou doth attack me
In my daily sugared tea
Leaves me holding secateurs
A photograph from far away.
There then rests thy saving grace
A cutout tacked to thee wall
A guillotine for my dancing fingers
Upon darkness far away.
