Banquo Syndrome
If my lover worships light
Then I am sunshine.
Heed this warning
And keep the morning
On your side.
If I was a lover of men
He must have been a king, then.
Served him,
Praised him
And kissed his rings of red.
My lover had every coin in my bank
And every finger on my hand.
My lover was loveless
Like a war is doveless
And I followed his cruel commands.
If I were a mirror
Then there are none for my lover.
Smashed glass,
The time will pass
And he and his crimes will be tethered.
He will see my face in his lover’s;
Mine, and no one others.
In his reflection, my face
See my ghost everyday
And every time he will shudder.
I will haunt him ’til the day he dies,
And he will die for every tear I have cried.
I need not for any justice
For while this world has an “us”
I will haunt him until it is only I.
Poetry by Luke Cable 