Delusion
I look for you and stare
through many years and miles and tears.
No matter where I am, I see you there,
but the man I see is someone else, not you.
I remember our tumultuous affair
that brought me joy and hope, then tears,
and shrouds of anger, pain, despair,
for the man I knew was never truly you.
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Very personal poem, Mary, but with a universal theme. We so often see what we want to see, not what is real. Thought-provoking poem!