Was it real,
Or just a dream?
So confusing,
It would seem

Was it robbery,
Or theft?
A moment here,
The next, you left

Did I really
Feel your touch?
Was it true,
Or nothing much?

Like a shadow,
Killed by light
Disappeared, you,
Out of sight

"Back to normal",
Life is hissing...
Just a sense,
There's something missing!

Slowly fading
Herbal scent,
Leaves me pondering
What it meant

Now the feeling's
Back to haunt,
Was it serious?
Or taunt?

Did I hear
The words you said,
Laying tired
On the bed?

Recollection,
Sounds as such:
"Yes, I like you
Very much!"

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(-) April, 1999
The cruel touch of irony - Sometimes we only see what was
right in front of  us just before its about to go away.