Daily Archives: September 13, 2018

Fool’s Gold

He wrote the words,
that for a moment
glittered on the page
as though alchemy,
and like me, I wondered
if he questioned their
authenticity. If they
felt just as strange,
or foreign to say,
to see, to hear, as they
were for me to read.
The most difficult three
words, that can take so much,
that are so hard to believe,
that no matter their weight,
their shine, their durability,
the question still remained,
still asks, still persists;
if they were, or they weren’t,
in that transforming
moment of hope,
the real thing?

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