Aloof

Imagined –

Now a photograph –
A view peeking from behind
Where you stand shadowed;
I have reasons to let you
Slip straight through my spread fingers.

Memory –

You never wanted me
Those long days ago, I sought
You like an angel
Who could reroute the trouble
Of my suffering life’s days.

Appearing –

Situations change,
Now reality counsels
There abides too much,
On both sides of the present
Equation, to allow hearts –

Freedom –

Wrapping around dreams
Sunken in oblivion, quelled
As no us exists,
Fare thee well cold treachery,
Your leave no more my regret.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Can you wield a poisoned pen?