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the fading light danced as if upon some

borrowed flame

while objects of strangled resourcefulness

Willy-nillied as if they too were co-conspirators

to the game

as veiled opportunity added her sad but much too

latent support to the role

blistering nostalgia fell prone into the gape of

greed's thirsty munmindful hole

and there you and I stood

lost to what we each gave

once upon a time lovers and not victims to this

now mutual grave

harps strum through the emptiness

stricken by the balding course

crippled is he who delights in the inescapable

bonds of a most dizzying remorse

the dead that is inside me turns away from you

and to its side

too far gone now to care if from me you continue

to try and hide

as I bundle the edges of my coat together and

indifferently slip as I walk away

I pretend not to though, I hear the last parting

words that you manage to choke out and say

I guess we meant less to each other than we

originally thought we did

but once even you have to admit that we knew

each other only so well

mentally I scream, oh, spare us the pseudo emotional

speech for as we both know you were never one to

coolly kiss then tell...................

(March 14, 1995)