AMONTILLADO WALLS

I didn’t know that she was leaving;

I didn’t know till she was gone.

I didn’t know that I’d be grieving.

How could I have been so wrong?

They say, “Easy come and easy go,”

Like love must be a dollar bill.

Well, I don’t buy their talk for show.

Never have, and never will.

I guess she never got my letter,

My text, my email, or my calls.

She’s acting like I never met her,

Like Amontillado walls.

These iron chains are cold and rusting;

The flambeau’s flame is almost out.

I don’t know why I was so trusting.

It’s all over but the shout.

I’m hanging on to one last shadow,

But I know there’s no relief.

I’m no Count of Monte Cristo,

And this is no Chateau d’If.

No one is listening – no one hears,

As my last lonesome moan falls

Upon the cold and stone deaf ears

Of these Amontillado walls.

Copyright © 2014 Lex Zaleta

A collab from my upcoming third acoustic album with Bret Alexander (formerly of the Badlees).

To save our sons, we had to move to an area with no cable or Internet service, so it is not easy for me to be an active part of the Mixposure community as I would like to be.