The smile that used to string every bead of my soul
Is haunting me even in my unconscious hours every now and then
Like a poltergeist banging outside my bedroom's door
In a dreadful afternoon nap


Oh the blackhole of memories past
Extending its tentacles at me ---
Grabbing my extremities,
Gripping them tightly ---
Every time in my solitary affairs


Drag
Pull
Siphon


Nothing is left of my being


Always vacuumed back to moments thought forgotten


.......... Moments where your smile was nothing
But an everyday spectacle I beheld