By Dori Ann Dupre¢
Where they just a dream?
The recollections that I hold?
Were they memories at all?
Or only a story my desperate heart told?
Was ever a moment so real?
Was ever a touch so pure?
Was ever a tear shed wet?
My essence always wanting more?
That the truth was really just another lie?
That your eyes, your words, your hands
Were only illusions born of my cries?
Were you a marvel, an evaporated promise?
That life gave to me and then took back?
Were you ever mine, even for an instant?
Or should my hopes simply fade into the black?