I told you
I’d love you forever
You told me you loved me
and we’d be friends forever.
I meant every deluded nuance.
You figured optimism works out
but you also said you couldn’t answer
to what would happen if I snuck into your room
and you woke to my face hovering above you.
That intriguing notion made me giggle at the joke.
But you kept your door locked, just in case.
Did you hear the door knob rattle?
Then the plane took off,
without me hiding in your luggage
as you’d suggested I could.
Our next phone call clarified
the kindness of lies.
and the length reality stretches
to cling to an illusion.
I’ve been grateful for
the elasticity of spurious delusion
every day of my life.
I craft my reality in my imagination:
You are whoever I make you to be.
Do I cover you with armour?
Compel piano mastery?
Some loves last through time:
mythical love need not be mocked.
What you hear, is never what truly was.
It’s what was crafted to tell the tale that needed to be told.
You are a character in the love story,
and I can always kill you off in
Shape poem of a chess piece. Clear? Metaphor of the game. Get it?
like that last line “and I can kill you off in literary impunity.” heeehhee wow ,yup that’s love
Very clever! I love this.
The stuff of fantasies, where the character of interest always has to disappear, eventually.
There is something brewing in my mind with this theme. Not sure what I’ll do with it.
“Get it ?” – No, but I like the view of writing where there is a struggle, but the author has the final say.
I love this bit “and the length reality stretches to cling to an illusion.”
Have a look at this drawing by my grandfather:
Well, that’s interesting.
What a talented line artist he was! (is?) Did he do magazine work?