Just can't win

Ninth sense drives me
Up maple pathway
To marbled innocence
Constructed 1759

Fighting notions to turn back
But I was invited
By the loss of first wife
Who fell from Room 5

Stumbling over the baggage
Chauffeur tossed from compartment
Scraped knee on the pavement
Detritus embedded in side

I walked to your markings
Faded in with tar treading
But blood is a rust
While oil brings out shine

Felt the touch of the North Wind
Glaze my throat with old fingers
Carried with it your perfume
Red quart called Soft Sighs

Your sisters must be here
Tragedies in the fire
That burned them to memories
But kept you still alive

I remember it clearly
Seven sixteen on dial
Pulled up to the back
Of ambulance's cries

Saw the smoke choke the night sky
Saw your palms on the stained glass
Mouth open like honeymoon
In Athens, I surmised

Had ladder to help you
In shed-house behind tree
But silent, I gave up
I just really hate lies

When confronted with questions,
You swore there's no other
Unwilling to explain
Dark marks on your thighs

So I left in the morning,
Candle burning in basement
Eight pints of kerosene
Should keep fire sufficed

Now you haunt me in nightmares
Pulling sheets over my lungs
Reason I came back
Was to put you to sleep twice.