by Jon Tully
For all I know you are a reality
A mass of flesh and bone like me
Tangible upon a bed of dreams not
A wraith or phantom from beyond
Maybe my senses betray me
Or my heart sees with blinded eyes
Replicas of the truth, mirages
Gone and since returned
Anew in protean form
Never would I trust that you were just
An illusion.
Published in the 2009 issue of the Lee Review.
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