Abused By Illusions

When Love Flies Away
or
Goodbye

When a love flies away,
an allegory is built with tears
The sky is not always gray.

The heart becomes like broken clay;
all memories are tattered souvenirs,
when a love flies away.

Hopes now but symbols of decay;
sadness abounds as the dream disappears.
The sky is not always gray.

My life appears but a tragic play.
No control over this state of affairs,
when a love flies away.

My feelings you may see as cliché.
Perhaps it is but my own fantasy I prepare.
The sky is not always gray.

My heart today is in such disarray,
My hope only that time truly repairs.
When a love flies away,
The sky is not always gray.

© C.I. Abramson, 2004

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