Fb Poem by Marshall E Gass

The skill through which you maneuvered
between skyscrapers of lust and longing
through dense forests of future dreams
through intertwined hands and hearts
and picnic pantomimes and love letters
dinners and dances
were all a mirage being built up
to elude the truth manacled in the mystery
of what you really wanted.

When you left you sliced a part of me
wrapped it all up in pain
and vanished into the thick night of excuses

How foolish I was to believe that you would
return to claim the territory you conquered
and cherished for so long, defeating contenders
to their kingdom through wily ways.You laid waste
a landscape of emotions and vanished into the mythical
realm of external attractions.

You have won. I lost
my sanity for a short while until I awoke
one morning to find that you really won nothing
but an artificial heart with no heavyweight
knockouts.

Good luck. I am free.

Author Notes
Bile and beauty co-exist. Figure.