Imogene
Imogene
Imogene,
where are you sleeping?
Perhaps I should
ask no more,
I'll concern myself
with nothing
And nothing
I am grateful for.
I imagine you
knitting smiles
Out of the threads
of what we were,
Perhaps, one day,
I'll wear the gown
And your nakedness
will be in there.
Imogene, do you, too,
think of me?
Maybe your thoughts
are too pure,
Willingly
I would have loved you
If it were not for the
jealousy I endure.
I remember
how you kissed me
Upon my
lovelorn brow,
Perhaps, in time,
that love will die
And to your memory
I will then bow.
Imogene, can you ever
love me again?
Damn! This is not
how's it's meant to be,
My sentiments
have become poetic,
If not,
a little twee.
I will despise you today
as my nemesis
In my futile attempt
at sorrow,
Yet, wherever
you are sleeping
I will love you
again tomorrow.
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