She Was My Placebo Girl.

 She was my placebo girl.

 

 

She was my

placebo girl
an imitation of

the one in my dreams.
I took her and

took her again,
eyes closed,

lost in the

vision of another.

 


Her lips so soft

became the

facsimile of one
I had yet to meet,

and probably never will,
but she was

a good love
until the

non-effects

wore off.


Then I realized

I was sober

and not
in a healthy

relationship
maintained by

the buzz of

true love.

 


So I let her

go gently to

find her dream boat
as I  continue

to tread water

and wait,
for my

tranquilizer

of love.

 

 

 

©-MFB III

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