Magical
imaginary fingers
remain stuck 
Roman pillars tower
well overdone intentions
still
the focus of everything it was never about
crooked neck turns
to reach around my foggy memory
pinch
the broken fingers
toss the coin into the gutter
make a wish
lover lost
as he drowns his good intentions
wtih selfish 
thoughts
of how this came about
the fantasy
created the end 
never quite potent enough
to overcome
poisonous insecurities
what you were then
meant much less to me
then now
unclasped
empty hands
so let us
let go
uninvited expectations
and try
to
play 
pretend...