And here I thought I’d
Buried you
                    More than six feet under
My skin
       Where you could never
Play tricks
                    On my eyes
Again

But the reality is
You are standing

Here,

In front of me,
Taunting me
With your smirk

All I have in my defense are these words
Words that slip from my hands,
Through my fingers like water
Pouring out of my mouth
From my pen
Onto this page

And here I thought I’d fixed that leak
Months ago
After I’d washed your smile from my
Mind’s eye
And cleansed myself of
Naïve passion
      I stood in silence–
Alone

But the reality is
You are staring

Now,

Right at me,
Taunting me
With your eyes

And I am afraid of what might have been
If we might have been…
But that dream of mine
Should have died
With my ink
When it dried

And here I thought it was a dream
Long forgotten
Shattered into two
Separate lives
You running in the
Opposite direction
   And me, turning
Away

But the reality is
You are standing

Here,

In front of me,
Taunting me
With your sweet
And inviting
Laugh