We can never really tell,
can we
not the color of a wall,
not the beauty we might call
upon to describe
a moment
lived inside the light of an evening star.
Always a memory,
all the time we spent thinking we could
get through this,
even though we shoul ..
couldn’t.
What became a fantasy,
tore about my reality.
If time,
when all our world
really became was a safe feeling,
a love like not ever really felt before.
Might be one person,
speaks to that possibility,
never now knowing,
he might have been alone
right from the start.
If we cannot speak about what happens,
how can one ever imagine it took place.
© Scott F. Savage 5/2020
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