Hope (The House of Cards Revisited)

Lying on my catafalque couch
Hands folded
Sleeping the death of the just
With a stony armrest.
And around me
The walls are liquifying
And if I reach out
My hands touch
My not-quite mirror self.
I'm sorry.

All those moments in time
When you could have turned the other way
Or made that other decision
Are like signposts only
Pointing one way, with scattered cards
(Don't worry about stepping on them -
They're all blank.)

And it's "Ahwellnevermind"
And it's "This, too, will pass"
This tomb, too, will dissolve
And I'm coming back, I swear
To this time get it right.