A Mirage

Do not apologize
the fault lies not with you

Love, while lauded for its cures,
is not always compensation

for a life of turmoil –
I know you loved her

Watched as you let your dreams slide
heart wringing with your own sorrow

There was just something about her
men lined up to grasp… to make her

What? Theirs? Happy?
It was not to be

she barely possessed herself…
Even in death, I reach for her

try to define the ruse
but her essence is elusive

No, you are not at fault…
for she was never really there.

(For Reena’s Xploration Challenge, prompt the featured image.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “A Mirage

    1. Thanks. I had actually dreamt of my sister’s ex-husband, who loved her right till her end, but she could never love back, as tormented as she was. The image reminded me of her – beautiful and unsettled.

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  1. “for she was never really there” — this is it exactly. Product of our own imaginations, from our own perspectives. And same goes for that elusive “he.”

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