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The day I left you

I scrapped my feet

on that cold asphalt

on the side of the road

just off your block.

I held my knees

close to my chest

as sobs cascaded.

What I had made

you out to be

was not real.

You kissed me

so passionately

I swear I felt it.

But it was an illusion.

Just like the rainbow

appearing in the dirty

gutter water 

next to where I sit-

lovely prisms

in puddles of gasoline

and sun-kissed tar.

Optic nerve blurred

by optical (de)lusion

where broken hearts

are mirages on sidewalks.

Rewrite 2012

The day I left you
I scrapped my feet
on that cold asphalt.

I held my knees
close to my chest
as sobs cascaded.

What I had made
you out to be
was not real.

You kissed me
so passionately
I swear I felt it.

But it was an illusion.

Just like the rainbow
appearing in the dirty
gutter water
next to where I sit-

lovely prisms
in puddles of gasoline
and sun-kissed tar.

Optic nerve blurred
by optical (de)lusion
where broken hearts
are mirages on sidewalks.