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
deceiving
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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