Altho Perhaps A Lie Poem by moon batchelder

it died some years ago - but i
declined to notice this.
a dream severely wounded seemed
behind the broken-ness.
like trees stand tall tho sore disease
has killed them long ago,
instead of falling stand there dead,
unwilling to let go;
inside what passed for love had died.
tho far from obvious,
believing to the last - nor grieved -
myself oblivious,
held on 'til hope - defeated, gone
revealed the travesty.
it died, altho perhaps a lie
defined it's majesty.