mon amie.
“What is it that you spoke,
and lied to your heart
that is now beating in solitary?
Disguised feelings
like orange peelings!
But memory lingers
of a faint color on your fingers,
the hand covering a face
that is cold and shivers
at the palpable emotions
of silently trembling dreams.
I can see them
through the soft veil of pretense,
your long ago and half forgotten
Dreams.”