You Are Here
This morning, at the edge of waking
up came a vision of you, and it was so fragile,
already breaking, and I kept wanting truth,
so I lied,
taking denial and creating love, and forcing
passion inside
the skull and bones, of self, alone,
to realize
that dreams could take place of life,
and improvize,
unwanted memories,
with fantastic visions
of you
Here,
going out with me
to try on,
those pretty little dresses,
and the yellow raincoat you looked ridiculous in,
and that little laugh you made
when you saw me cracking up,
and then we were breaking up
and the pain was so unbearable, for an old man
at his last love, at the last breaking
of that fading sunset heart,
as every night I remember, I can't ever have you
together,
only at dawn, in pieces,
and it's not even real,
but
a fading photograph of you
is better than nothing at all,
and I still cling, and I still hurt
but I still have
those made up memories
to keep me alive at night.
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