What he remembered most she didn’t
Photograph ‘ That’s you’
Negative ‘You’re joking’
Skirted beauty held in plain sight.
And at his end … just words.
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Sometimes going forward takes going back
His words now too confused
his way his and his muse
he’s real and of this world
she of a life absurd
the end of one begun
the other looking on.
Not you? Never said she was.
She like him he never knew
No photograph, as if … no matter.
Another woman? Same one, different day.