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"Let Alone, To Know"
by Jeph Johnson
I was blissfully addicted
to the air
that you exhaled
Now I'm wholly afflicted,
and you've
breathlessly prevailed
over influence
on decisions
made on your behalf,
My recollection
of your visage
rests in photographs.
By psychological rambling
you became
just a vignette.
The anti-social ambling
we chose,
I now regret.
Now every picture
of us together
I can't seem to find.
If truth be fiction,
you'd think this never
was even in my mind.
Your candid likeness
is painfully
emblazoned
in my brain.
I've abandoned
sanity
as compensation
for the pain.
With yellowed corners
from the album
they're slowly falling out.
My distorted
cerebellum
shows none of your faults.
Your image
slowly fades away,
but there's nothing to replace,
as age
fully invades
the memory of your smiling face.
With a white-
knuckled grip
on the scrapbook of our affair
I open wide
and trouble slips
away into thin air;
the very air
I used to breathe
that emanated so slow,
I barely care
enough to see,
let alone, to know.
