by Richard Vince

So this is the real you.
Everything I saw before was
An illusion: an act that
I was only too willing to watch.

It always used to be
My fault, but this time
All I did was swallow
The hooks you dangled
In front of me.

All those words…
I did not imagine them;
I merely imagined that
They were true.

Maybe you simply forgot
Who I was, or maybe
Who you used to be.

Everything changed except me.


Posted on 03/30/2014
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/31/14 at 07:17 PM

Superbly expressed Richard. One can only sympathize, and maybe even empathize with what you've gone and going through in the quality and honesty of your words. Going right in my favorites.

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