Hindsight

Light
slithers in stealth
unwittingly blinding
sinful venetian blinds
that adorn
caramel kissed expressions.

You passed me by.

No wayward glance.
No sign of recognition.

Our shadows
hurriedly kissed
hello
and in a flash,
goodbye.

You were me,
two years ago
two peas
trapped
in the requiem
of a broken dream.

And it was then,
my fuscia infused
arms reached
t o s t r a n g l e
your package
of doom.

It had arrived
clandestinely unattended
hand delivered to
hand over
the end
of an era.

i blinked
knowing that I
the savior,
of your sanity –
had slowly
and
surreptitiously
lost mine.

yet,
no arms
fuscia or otherwise
reach out
t o e x o r c i s e
mydemonsoffear.

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something that demanded to be written.

period.