fool

i think
of
it

in the back
of my mind
there she lies

a figment
mine, imagination

lover,
imagination.

mine is,
no,

nothing's
"mine"

it is all my own lie
for myself
only myself
i'm hungry
for love
for companionship
for things
i can get for little cost
but that which i
complicate needlessly

a foolish individual
to yearn is
my fool's endeavor.