Roses and rope (just a thought, in memory of Ian Curtis)

There was no guide coming
to hold your hand
in your no man's land your torn spirit
was the only lighthouse
standing alone reflected
in a twisted tortured sea of dance moves.
Your naked pain was
inconceivable to many who sailed
the waters and your shadow grew longer
each and every night.
Still, with all the demons and the world's promises
the ultimate truth you found
was love,
its two roses
and its rope.

Who is capable here
in this shadowplay where you left us
to be torn apart like that?

I ache for you.