Thursday, November 14, 2013

There



Oh, my Moroni Angel,
now that you drifted back
into my space
and filled a void
that did not seem so,

and now that silly unreality
becomes real and conscious

so I must confront, torn,
between remembrance
and a need to forget

as apparitions that appear
and disappear
and maybe
were never there . . .

©TPuma/MMXII

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