DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: “You”, by Alan Contreras

The “you” that never was,
Now lives only in my memory,
And soon it will be simply a forgotten reverie.

How I wish our time united,
Would have turned into a great love story,
But in the end it just imploded like a star in silent fury.

I held on tight to a vision of “you,”
That was only ever my enamored theory,
Dressed in unabashed admiration, and blind sensory.

But “you” never were.
That “mirage” of you was only ever within me,
Dressing up the truth with lustful ecstasy.

The tender life we shared,
Filled with love and care, all a ploy.
Seemingly, to me, just another moment to enjoy.

We confessed our sins in bed,
Our desires to be wed; not in Spring, perhaps in May.
But that too was just something else said before you went away.

Now I sit and write of “you,”
This jagged prose silently.
Not as often as before but I still remember “you” joyfully.

“You” may never have been,
The person you let me see, so eloquently,
But it matters not for truly for a moment I was happy.

Thank you for letting my heart run free with the image of thee, you presented to me, even if it was only momentarily.