It still hurts

I was watching a film and one of the characters rubbed a very sore part of my psyche

A score of years - my truth - for you

A life without contact  captured forever here

The fact - absorbed - silent - fed by my illusion

Filling the raw reality - a moods silent eruption

As I observe myself - fading - ageing and failing 

The flow approaches denouement - this layer cake life

Never any release - No - nor any single word

Until death bed lips mouth your conjoured name

Reviews

[Mark]

I read this different and coming from your review of mine, I know you will understand. I love this poem, it fits my interpretation perfectly… silence… reminds me of a quote I just read

“The best thing you can do is the right thing; the next best thing you can do is the wrong thing; the worst thing you can do is nothing.”
Theodore Roosevelt

Thank you Michael, allowing me reflection

[Cryingkate]

You know our whole lives are based like this. We are all living our own illusion and whatever take or view we see.
It is dumbfounding when in later years we realize we were living our lives based on illusions /ideas/etc.. that just wasn't true .
I just went thru this discovery myself and now I am pushing hard to make up for it.

[NoelHC]

We probably all have that someone, once in our lives that makes us think, years later, what if?
I sense that in this work, well said.

[writing mojo]

I am thinking this is the loss of something not really there, the absence in expectation is very prevalent.."The flow approaches denouement" wow did I take a bite out of that line...great piece..you need more reviews

[Michael Oliver]

Dead right it was all in expectation no fulfillment - a lament for the unrequited yet so real . Very perceptive.