Another poem. Summary describes it enough, I think. Please review--be as harsh as you need to be!

I am going to miss you.

I am going to miss you as you were,

as I thought you were,

as you weren't.

I will fight to the death,

to preserve this memory of you,

as you were.

Or who I thought you were.

It is tainted already

with truth

and rays of reality

peeking through the cracks I'm just now seeing.

Maybe they were always there.

You need a new paint job.

Like spoiled milk,

once I drank you in

with pleasure,

now,

you're puckered and sour.

I am going to miss you

I am going to miss you as I hoped you were.

I am going to miss who you never were,

And I will pepper my reality

with all these fragments I've collected,

so that I can look back,

and see you as I hoped you were.

Leave now,

you're ruining the fantasy

with your truth.