Memory Lapses





Memory Lapses 


all the women
I imagined had your face
they were all you 
in their own way, I was you 
in my own way too

free me 
from unfulfilled 
desire
its useless worry
its vain misery

I don't understand
your way of loving
my love 
what do you love
if you run away

at last you have returned
or you didn't leave
or I didn't leave
the fact is you're here
& I don't know if I am

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