Treasure Island

David DeSantis

(01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

*****Raleigh 4: 50 a.m.


Today I sat
by a pool.
A vacation from the stresses
of the reality I face.
And a face
it played
in my mind like a record,
skipping
distorted
but more than I wanted.

She is not mine
She will not be
she was mine
and I shall not have
everything
and anything
that I ever needed...

Facebook-
I'm
deleted
a nd
a boyfriend
shares her picture

I gaze like a voyeur
in a film
that I should not.

but peering
at this hour
for the first time
in months
are tears
and the picture
that i somehow witness.


this is reality:

a pun
of a play
of a game
that I lost.

Submitted: Sunday, May 03, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 03, 2009

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  • Idy H (5/31/2009 6:27:00 PM)

    The last four lines are so....they hit home: the comparison is perfect. I'll quote you on it sometime soon if you don't mind (Report) Reply

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