Thursday, May 16, 2013


What I look at,
what I see,
its not you anyway.
why does it twist a knife?
I guess love is weird
that way.
You have no clue;
I can't explain;
you will never be who you were...
its all gone.
you live in the past,
a fantasy;
you dont see who loved you...
who laid down their life
for you.
You see things through
a kaleidoscope...
pieces of real amongst a sea
of false;
I see it through
a prism
divided into slices of reality...
the only common thread
being our love
but lost forever.....

-K.M.Q.Farber 5/16/13

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