Choiceless Ceremony

Sitting at the choiceless ceremony

In complete indifference to the girl

Attempting to prise her way into my

Cold embrace, as it has been for so long.

You are all dolled-up with no one to kiss,

Nobody to hold your hand as my sight

Rests firmly on a former flame that was

Never lit because of the pretension

That time has helped me come to loath so much.

Tonight is the culmination of it

All, where the awards are given to

The worthy, and the months, days, minutes

And seconds wasted finally earn

Some form of recognition from their pears.

And yet you only have eyes for me while

Mine are set across our table at the

Beautiful woman in the cream dress, with

Those eyes that just light up whenever she

Laughs, with her golden skin so soft to touch.

And she sits there, blissfully unaware

Of the conundrum her grace has caused me,

The doubts her previous confession still

Raise in my mind, as I always wonder

If she really meant what she said before

On a cold September night long ago.

And what makes this whole thing tragic is that

You brought me here under false pretences,

Perhaps believing that we may share a

Kiss under the star light of this venue,

The Mansion House, a marble marvel lost

In this decaying city of false hopes.

And the irony is I posses no 

Feeling for you, and she has no feelings

For me; we three are just chasing shadows,

Conforming to this game they all play in

Their confines of calls and chat, just waiting

To be broken again, as you cannot

Prevent the inevitable ending

Naivety brings when you have no choice.