Nayiri: In Reality

“Sorry,” you said, “bye”
and abandoned ship
as if our friendship
was only a lie.

“How fickle you are!”
I wondered aloud
searching for memoirs
of the man I loved.

Ghosts of sentiments
in a twilight dance,
strings of instruments
of discordant sounds,

wishes, illusions
heaped into a mound,
unrequited love
was all I could find.

“Where are you”? I screamed.
Echoes filled the air.
It was just my dream
You were never there.

October 2008