While waiting for the stars
To somehow align
I borrowed your fantasies
And turned them into mine
I couldn’t keep clinging
To the old ones I kept
They were too full of sadness
And so much regret
© 2019 Michelle Cook
memories
Electric sky
Pulsing flashes
In lunar blue
Reminds me of nights
Spent with you
The electricity surges
And the sparks fly
With no known method
To quantify
A pensive mood
Brings your essence near
As the reflection of your face
Ignites a tear
Another sporadic flicker
Illuminates the sky
Reviving untold memories
Of you and I
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Always in a crowd
No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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The old you
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Dissolving thoughts
A thought
An ember
Long gone
Before I remember
A memory
A curse
Inside my head
It only gets worse
A fantasy
A desire
Images racing
About to expire
An epiphany
The truth
Those memories
Weren’t waterproof
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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