Today I sat <br />by a pool. <br />A vacation from the stresses <br />of the reality I face. <br />And a face <br />it played <br />in my mind like a record, <br />skipping <br />distorted <br />but more than I wanted. <br /> <br />She is not mine <br />She will not be <br />she was mine <br />and I shall not have <br />everything <br />and anything <br />that I ever needed... <br /> <br />Facebook- <br />I'm <br />deleted <br />and <br />a boyfriend <br />shares her picture <br /> <br />I gaze like a voyeur <br />in a film <br />that I should not. <br /> <br />but peering <br />at this hour <br />for the first time <br />in months <br />are tears <br />and the picture <br />that i somehow witness. <br /> <br /> <br />this is reality: <br /> <br />a pun <br />of a play <br />of a game <br />that I lost.<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raleigh-4-50-a-m/
