Lamentable Love Song

You are the Banquo of my banquet.
Though you appear not slain,
but fair,
for all your frailty.
Enter stage right in the corner of my sight,
with that costume from Elysian fields.
Beautiful,
despite the transparency.

Yet, you are the apparition
that frightens me.
The one that slows my speech,
and sends me staring, at nothing in particular.
You are the mirage,
that besieges my celebration
and demands I listen.
A figment of my imagination,
that has come to remind me,
what actually waits after the last guest has left.

By JPV