Vivid images  
In the still of the night,
I saw vivid images of the strong
man I once love,
his emerald eyes, his
unshaven face prickly as the weeds
on my lawn,
I sigh!

Who’s this broken man?
Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like smoke rising in the open pasture
his broken portrait lean
against the dresser mirror

Love, hate, betrayals
I detest!
Confusion of a delusional stalker

Tomorrow when I am awake,
What would I remember?
Being his stalker or his lover?

Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like a two way mirrors,
however, only one view showing the
Shady side of the real him;
I detest.
his caretakers declared him as
fragile and unbalanced frame of a man
who was sadly tossed into the ocean of black tears

An wasted love affair ends
My heart is broken once again
a rainbow appears
I lost a good friend.