down from the walls we remove
all photos of the one with whom
we wanted to build a future...
extracted from our memories are
the fantasies we had together of
a life that was too good to be true...
pleasure follows pain and the
agony of the past causes pleasure
with the mistakes we almost made;
an outward beauty hides the beast
inside unleashed when there were
no witnesses to observe... kindness
follows hate and bitterness reminds
of the brief interlude with fear and
the mental castration that only a
few choice words can create, if
and when used repeatedly... eyes
penetrated the truth hanging over
us like some religious cross waiting
to be junked into the hole, upon
which our love would be crucified,
until the blood of memories no
longer dribbled out of our thoughts,
as hollow as our fake love, that lived
between us like a bamboo fence...
rings adorned our fingers symbolizing
our submission to each other, turning
our fingers green with envy at the
prospect of being free... an illusion
of it all was better than being alone.
February 25, 2024
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