Life Imitating Art

I push

in the tape and I lie

on the bed alone, eroded

by a glacier of memories.

I have chosen a love

story, though I never

would have when we were together.

The movie begins, a technicolor dream, figures

arise before me, you and I.

A passionate kiss lingers

between lovers.  So soon

torn apart by others.

One last touch,

to brush back his wild hair—remembering

and I miss you, more than I would have missed myself,

being lost in you.

Images, love

fade to black

and I close my eyes, eventually

everything fading to black.

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