Stepping Forward

Each step takes me from your eyes;
my imagination reminds me of a clear lime green,
blending all the rest.

Never truth, only what I want to see,
only what I think to remember.

What was mediocre seems fantastic,
since in passion lies danger.
Your body was "I love you,"
my response, "forever."

But now, I move on,
and the fantasy fades.
Stepping to taste the air in front of me,
I know
it is only the same air I have left behind.

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