My Sanity [4.7.08]

The curtain falls over the window.
The shades are down.
The moonlight is hidden
in my pocket.
A drifting vibe
that was never found
hovers between
the spaces that
were ignored.
A candle is lit
and the shadow
crawls to the deep corners
filled with dust and cobwebs.
A distinct smell
floats under my nose.
When I turn away
That feeling I could never describe,
an itch I couldn't scratch,
a love you forgot..
beside the door.