Rafters

now that i know what i'd hoped had to
 be in mind was true and refused (and just
 in time), do you wonder why? it seems
 i let up with the dents of a near-collision.
 i couldn't call, and wrecked and turned
 up missing.
 but, until then, i'm cutting to
 the end:
 it's cold in the light
 (the one we never seemed
 to find).
 i opened the door instead, but, you knew
 the lock (and the way i was looking)
 and still not a thing was said. i guess
 i can show that i thought i'd never
 have you long. it's a wall that you feel,
 but you're already slipping and away you
 slide. can you take the ride? what
 did it mean when we stood with our building,
 slanted: high, and we spoke of harder
 times?
 i pulled the rafters down, but the ghosts
 were only dropping
 and since that night...