the illusion

how could he know — 
that storm front of love in her
was always in her
and really independent of him?

cynics say,
“love is the illusion of togetherness”,
but that’s not true.
it’s the illusion of individuality

but autumn is real,
and feelings are real —
while memories are really


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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