The Man and I

A veil of black,
Was stretched across the wall,
The white worn paint,
Chipping off the back.
I turned and saw,
A man across the way,
Strong and tall,
And to him I did say,
"What is that I see upon your cheek?
A drop, a tear,
But still you do not speak.
Sir, I can see you now,
Your eyes give you away.
So if you can give a smile,
I might just let you stay."

Purple, green, and sepia,
Peeling to the floor.
We clasp our hands together,
And go searching for the door.
Twisting, turning hallways,
Stretched wide this way and that.
He gives me a charming wink,
And tips his tall top hat.

The man was sitting quietly,
At the kitchen table,
And as I poured him some tea,
He spoke of ancient fables.
Of a man who fought an army,
Of seven thousand men,
With one swift sword in his hand,
And an purple ink-dipped pen.

Purple, green, and sepia,
Peeling to the floor.
We clasp our hands together,
And go searching for the door.
Twisting, turning hallways,
Stretched wide this way and that.
He gives me a charming wink,
And tips his tall top hat.

Well after years and years had past,
I look back to the day,
That the man and I knew at last,
He was not there to stay.
We shook our hands firmly,
And gave our last goodbye,
Because all along,
Though I thought it wrong,
He was only in my mind.

Purple, green, and sepia,
Peeling to the floor.
We clasp our hands together,
And go searching for the door.
Twisting, turning hallways,
Stretched wide this way and that.
He gives me a charming wink,
And tips his tall top hat.