dear L
as always
you were right
i write you
in silence
which is grey to me
no object
of desire
today
i am split
between miscellany
and some wish
unfulfilled
and as yet
unknown to me
not sure
why i am here
but for birth
and you
in your absence
i reimagine you
it's not deliberate
or different
than any other day
it's just something
i do to pass
the unoccupied time
when it's this quiet
interminable hours
seem to double up
they say
they don't know you
but they lie
look
gorgeous and immaculate
i call you
and they still
plead ignorance
of the fact
that you are
everything i think
you are, only more
i know
i am given
to exaggeration
to talking
about you when
i've nothing to say
forgive me
and i
will start again
this time
i'll let you keep
your anonymity
and i
will offer you
mine
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