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Prelude

It feels strange that all this should begin

with good-bye.

Oh! “Sticks and stones may break my bones

but your words – now they really hurt!”

What a poetic stab in the ribs you gave me…

Thoughts ripple the mind

unknown – cold.

You: but a distant reflection.

Your soft voice rings in my ears:

Delicious soundtrack to my torment.

Nostalgic for a world I’ve never seen.

Nostalgic for a distant place.

Nostalgic for what could have been

A better life –– with you?

Left to create realities,

I get high and listen to Miles.

Parentheses, helium balloons,

Cubes in tumblers, smileys on pills:

Little compartments filled with possibility;

The potential… to replace … to help me

Escape from the confines of the netherworld.

Conjure dreams. Dreams!

But of what? For what?