Long footed danelions

Missing you,
lying on cystalized dandelions,
my heart accepting,
and painful realization,
moves through my well oiled reserves.

Twilight in Los Angeles,
water filling the cement cracks,
around my ancient pool,
well trimmed foliage swaying,
in the smogged summer air.

Don't speak,
love once stretched across,
the vast distance evaporated,
but now, but now,
where are you?

You've dissapeared,
dropped out of existence,
your memories deleted,
but I accept,
for online love is *never* what it seems.

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