Shadow of a Memory

That's all I am to you -
the shadow of a memory
of love that once was true.

The world turns and fire burns,
but you remain untouched.
Birds sing on high, yet all
you hear are repetitious alibis.
Playing like a record in your head.
The needle sticks, you jump ahead.
You feel so dead inside.

The herd, the pack, the loveless stack
of papers on your desk. The constant
stream of chores they dump on you.
There was a time you felt that love
was real. Back then, you took
the time to know its feel.

But now, that's all I am to you -
the shadow of a memory
of love that once was true.

? Michaelette ?

4/19/2002
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