Poem of the Month
I remember the days
when I sought sanctuary in your arms,
when your smile promised to block out all of the world's sorrows.
I twirled and danced,
a golden, gossamer dream,
Alive for you.
And I laughed as everyone wondered how something
as corporeal as you
could hold on to me.
But secretly I recited:
I will not fade away,
Not this time.
But I did.
Refuge with you couldn't save me,
and your smile made promises, we both knew it couldn't keep.
Now all that's left are memories:
you of loving the impossible,
me, the impossibility of loving.
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