self-delusion…

can your recall
their names
those
people
you called
lifelong friends
can you
recall their
face
their voice
the warmness
of
their touch
oh
it’s not a crime
if
you can’t
but
it’s
a reminder
you
will be
forgotten

 

command performance…

hidden in the shadows
cast by a dark moon
are the empty hearts
of lovers
who trusted
that words spoken
in moments of passion
were words
of truth
but in truth
were but
shadow puppets
of the truth
an ancient form
of storytelling
an entertainment
for one
an opaque scene
of dreams desired
illuminated with lies
to create the illusion
of moving towards
love eternal
a believer’s
traditional fairy tale
a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one