Non-conforming as can be

There were ghosts that appeared through fractals,

There was silence that could not compare.

Darkness deep-ruptured and odious,

You were never even there.

Cold chasms blew zephyrs through tunnels

And through the stained strands of my hair,

Until they grew cold and rebounded,

And the silence stagnated the air.

You left me to write a soliloquy

As long as the days are fair,

When the words at last came, condensing your pain,

How I wished you were not there.