Gift of illusion

FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?

It’s funny.


You’re a gift I don’t get to keep.

A gift, sitting on the highest shelf, I cannot reach.

A gift I shouldn’t feel attached to or count on on the rainy days.


Yet I thought you were

The rarest of fine jewels I ever got to taste.


In reality, you were one of those gifts,

Called fallen illusions.


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