This Is A Private Conversation Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Out of respect.
Out of memories.
Speaking with the dead as if they never left.
Having a laugh or two and knowing its alright the way I remember you.
A strangers mark longing to come out of the dark.
If they only knew.
But who cares of that game of whose who.
Just remembering is important enough to satisfy.
Some matters are to stay private.
A delights fancy of hallucinations walking right through that door.
Singing a good old song.
But for some reason now the tune is wrong.
It isn't as it was before.
The clear becomes the fog and slowly fades.
Please bring back the angels light tonight.