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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