Bamboozled me into believing
Something else was true love
My success is her demise
Even if she walks like a ghost
In the background of my life
She is ingrained in the fabric
Of my watery living past
Left to haunt me like an apparition
That only he who remembers
Or chooses not to forget by
Looking back through images
Like a video in his mind
And pictures of a vibrating history
Shaking the walls of his soul
Is left desultory to want to believe
Real care existed or did it just live
In the past not consistent anymore
Or forever a stratagem to
Love without measure
This was always his hope
© GÄ
Poétique 