I hear your calls underground
The sounds blur the background
No Dante, No Virgil
Just you and the rest of your entourage
And you talk about how quiet it is
(“You’d love it here”)
But you won’t give the intimate details
Of how you’re spending eternity

No more will the sounds of gambling
Ravage your tormented soul
It’s less than the felt and dice
And the corner cages and sick drinks
That you spit right out

You haven’t responded to my letters
You wouldn’t dare touch them
So where exactly are you?

I recounted my steps to Hell and back
And swore I saw your shadow sway—
Just like it did when it caught my eye at the steps
Against the flame of some broken fire
Where its glow hid your darkness
Expertly drawing you to me
Against my belief, against my will
Our souls met amongst great surprise
Transcending worlds, fire, space—

And most important of all—
The best years of our lives

I’m tired of writing about you—
And it said in the candle’s dim glow
That unearthed those revealing cards

That you’re somewhere out there
On your way back to me.