by Kat Apf

Created on: November 12, 2008   Last Updated: September 27, 2011

Dead Dreams

I lit
patchouli incense,
saying your name
over and over
in a sizzling whisper
in the dark,
quiet,
humid nights.

I blindly believed
you arrived
to save me.

I needed
your pale, blue-eyed smiles
and your dry kisses.

You dissolved
into a drug induced
absence.

-lost-

Only to return
a decade later,
carrying
all our old,
dead dreams,
in a dirty duffel bag,

to find
I had
married
someone else.

How was I
to know?

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