Glass mystery

I should not be here 
the night wraps around me 
I have ecstasy on my lips
my hair is long 
 in a tangled story 
The past holds me
A captive
Here with you 
Conditioning me to
 Want more of
your touch on this night
Long in autumns rushes 
Forgetful 
 morning leaves 
Drop 
The door closes 
All the while 
 I walk myself home 
Alone