ends like this....

like...like you, without a remote, you're lost.
I, without light, due to some dimmer switch
lost in the folds of some upholstery menace,
felt peace, a calm as long as my world's dim

but, rouse myself and put on the halter top
lime and cream, cascading flowery abstracts
nothing like what I dreamt we had in reality.
it's not a life that I recognize, this past tense

I, hurried and waiting, alone and frustrating.
you, interesting, once strangely irresistible...
ends like this, no whimper, not even the dog
that liked you best will complain at the loss.

© 2007 Rennie Lorca