Sitting and Staring at Your Picture, It Hurts

How could I understand, you?
Looking across an expanse of sea
I saw the outline of your face.
The outline of your body, but see,
I no longer know if my brain
Filled in what was not there.

Mirage in a desert, I clung to you.
Like a petal of a daisy stuck on a tree branch,
I clung to the idea of a world where there was no longer
A merciless sun. No more the ice of loneliness, avalanche
of childhood. We were children, I understand.
Children playing games of the gods.

We should have known better than to create
Forever out of toothpicks and empty ramen bowls.
I now know better than to see water where there is only
Sugar. A game. That is all it was. Harsh. A mirage in a desert,
and two lovers drowned by the jealousy of a lonely god.