I’m the hollow man, the stuffed man whispering for love

by John (@bookdreamer)
(Bristol, UK)

I call ‘Honey’, and she ignores my plea,
a ghost, her past rewound, a shroud of voices
that shatter fairy story endings, choices
to tear and tug away her melody.
Our breakfast once was love, but clemency
confines, so even toast like winter sun.
But sirens softly rouse a charlatan
to tear and tug away her melody.
Her tuneful soul, a hope, my celebrity –
a star of silver screen in candlelight.
I come to life with empty appetite
to tear and tug away her melody;
a time of love, without adultery
to tear and tug away her melody.