hiding the truth

crying on this floor
among these photos
as if I could never
believe you again

I would put together
tomorrow's scrapbook
these happy images
from some real time

not ... no more than
last night's mirror
that cut too deep ...
those jagged edges

so many distortions
each telling new lies
grinding together to
powder and slivers

the quicksilver gone
.... a crazy quilt
a surreal reflection
just like you .... us

quick ... silver gone
and golden dreams
my sepia memories
shattered forever

lies I even believed
like your promises
see ... like your love
swept under the rug

(c) 2003 Rennie Lorca