Mirage Poem by Marshall E Gass

Mirage



the hand you touched
my dear
in the darkness
and thought
was not me.

the mirage had taken me out
and left you with a shell

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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