Who Are You?

A dimly lit room,
strangers,
we sit –
on creaking chairs
listening
to the storm
rage,
seethe
outside.

The candles are hushed,
and whispers rise
from the walls,
dissolving –
like the dead love –
lying,
rotting
between us.

Your smiles,
fake,
Your words,
too late,
Your eyes,
leave me
before
your thoughts
reach me.

I sit here
in the darkness
when you
go out –
leaving me
alone.

Still,
I sit here –
wishing
I knew you
wishing
I was
someone..anyone else,
wishing,
wishing
for a second chance.