pica_pica

Is it amnesia? Or a long forgotten
Lie? Lying long
Here in my bed my head
dents this pillow's stains.
dried up desert
mirage of tears

or love. On cotton
sheets of pink - stationary
on which we wrote the
The End.
or at least the last
paragraph - the wrap up
or cover up after
The Climax.
and the plot was dead.

Flipping back rolling back opening
the cover: I re-read the old
script. Did I type that?
No. I don't remember
Loving you.