Ah, Allison, whose laughter
as a child entranced him so,
taught him, he said, so many years after,
that life is an illusion, a magic show;
one who loved you more as years
went by, you took no notice of;
one whom your very presence drove to tears
of joy and sorrow in the name of love;
one who watched you walk so near, so far,
who worshipped you, wandering all the while
towards the ever-dimming lodestar
of your enigmatic, ever-present smile;
ah, Allison, whose laughter
as a woman also enchanted me,
taught me, so long after,
the vast distance between longing and reality.
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