For a long time
Perhaps over a year
You confused me
And befuddled me about concepts
I'm not mature enough to think of
And I do not want to think about
Any more, any longer…
I admit to have
Twisted, woven, spun and caricatured
Childish dreams caramelled with
Sticky silliness
Your image, a virtual one
Spun and came back in my dreamy mind
Like a record playing on a gramophone
But now I’ve decided
To break the mesmerizing disk
Containing your haunting apparition
Into a thousand, million pieces
And let your image fade away
And be someone else’s
Dream come true…