my mind
is a photo album
of
all the perfect days
my dreams
are the photo negatives
the views
beyond the page

now they seem crossed
as all i have
is imprecise rememberings
of
another time
another place
the candle burnt away
waxy reminiscence

now the latest
to deem me
insignificant other
joins the menagerie
the cavalcade
of prancing almosts
softly glancing
never weres