to lose your love

my glossy thumbnail images
theatrical subtitles of my rosy world —
my monologues, my less elaborate duets,
all painted in overly lavish strokes
of the finest aquarelle…
I am aghast to realize that
they have dulled
to a faded black and white,
and little remains to bolster my recollection
or their original hues…
inevitably, as I flashback what remains of my life,
my faith in mankind fades
like the pink from a brilliant sunset
I am a truth seeker, renouncing the lies
those falsehoods uttered with averted eyes
the light shadowed inexorably…
where is my talisman,
the gladiator of my heart?
must my reality become a painted illusion?
I am spotlighted by the full moon
stuck onstage playing the lazy dreamer
in quest of the perfect role
in order not…



to lose your love
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