Necrophilia

Translucent anguish
rock-hard futility
He clings

He clings
to
the faded
photo-memory
of a woman
that never was

ideal is
the she
he wanted
to be
and thought
she was

stolen smiles
voyeur glimpses
salted residue
on kodak paper
he clings

can't let go
of the memory shade
can't face
the world when
all the world's
a mirror
and all
you see
your own
quiet truth.

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