ephemeral mirage, clouding over an esoteric day -
smothering out brightness with its somber shades of gray

WOULD YOU REMEMBER ME IF YOU COULD?
AND WOULD OUR GOD LAUGH THIS WAY IF HE UNDERSTOOD?

your stinging vinegar taste
and your lingering beautiful face

that day by day
evaporate away . . .

02/08/2001

Author's Note: First love, six years later.

Posted on 06/17/2005
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