you used to appear in my dreams
high heeled, laced up boots of black leather
short tight red skirt as you bent over
a pool table, cue stick in hand
even though you never wore anything
but floral dresses and didn’t play pool

this image of you has taken over
in the span of years we have not spoken
the pain of those first years
when i wrote to you knowing
there would be no response
have faded, scarred over

like the pain, i have to concentrate
to remember your brown hair, your stray eye
being with you was like being with myself
i don’t know if i miss myself or you
or the i i was when i was with you

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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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