a glass of regret

how do I love thee?
let me count the ways…
we are tethered to each other by long dried up tendrils of love
a love so transparent
even a fake god like buddha can pronounce it finished
we were never one
not one body
not one entitity
not one family
i never saw my love mirrored in your eyes
only some grotesque masquerading replica
speaking of mirrors
you had to have noticed that even your own reflection
doesn’t follow your lead any more
it has no confidence in you
because it understands
that you can not even love yourself
i am still shackled by these leathery bonds of pseudo love
when love itself has left the building
i sit alone
at a couples table
and raise my glass of regret
saying speak on brother z,
speak on
copyright 2005 Ayani_Meli

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