As a lover made bare

from betrayal

I have cried for you.

But the truth much

of it was just

my naked memory

lost in thought.

I cried for you.

In truth was really

me crying

for me.

Afraid that all

my thoughts

would be wrong

about us.

Thinking the truth won't

come from you

either because 

it was too

painful and

plain smoke.

yours. 

I cried for you

as  a girl would a doll.

And then I forgot

that you cry, laugh,

and feel.

I forgot that

my musing 

captured nothing

but the puff of air

coming from my

want.