By Michael T (disconnected)
Submitted by MichaelT()
Date: 2001 Oct 03
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[[2001.10.03.02.10.11760]]

Leaves

in the attic of my mind
the missing and the mystical
are entwined in cold definition
against the backdrop of what was
as the white rasp on the green geas of memory
brings me to polaroid impressionist oil paintings of you.
Disconnected from the impact of a gasping grasping past tense tension
and the pull of the familiar fantasy
of how it used to be
I see you as you really are and were
and I still love you.
Even though I'm in love
with a brand new fantasy
I wonder
how you think of me...
Maybe this love will last forever
but it changes as the seasons
and fades
as the leaves.