Mon Amie

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