Door Dreams

You were a fairy,

some mythical creature.

Memories were poured from a bottle,

and by now have soaked into the floorboards.

The ones I have left

are still redolent of strong spirits.

Like many magical doors,

this one has closed,

although I would not hesitate to open it

if it was again offered to me.

Your eyes were so bright,

the backs of my eyelids

still sweat with eidetic afterimages.

I must be content with the simple knowledge

that reality has

deemed you possible --

searching for the same

enchanted portal

in the glare of midnight phones

will only lose me sleep.

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You still got it. Damn. I remember loving your work years ago, and I clearly still do. Fantastic :)