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the heart wants what it wants

preoccupation over the absurdity of

this abyss that has loomed wide

between us

takes center stage

that beauty drifts ever near the brink

of despair

another sun rise between us

seems unlikely

the fun house mirrors need to come down

my deep inner self is hemorrhaging

disbelief

I'm flailing in a flood of so many conflicts and questions

and you are no where to be found

a phantom I thought I once knew

gone just like that

as phantoms too often do

you can't even begin to know

how I so wished you were

more real than real

and not just some beautiful idea

of a man together that we concocted

in our conversations

I fell for the idea of you

and the phantom came along

and killed that idea in cold ink

now here I sit grieving a man

who likely never existed really

just shards of him

in haphazard display every so often

lain out so I could look at this

marvelous fellow and feel so glad

I got to interact with him

how perverse

that I should find out I really never

knew him at all

only learning this upon

the fortnight's eve

since his vacating

with my heart........

(July 13, 2009 112am)