alan rickman
marianne's days and nights
brandon would never be willoughby
never pretended that he could be
knew she would never love him that way
when they made love he knew she would
be thinking of him, he seemed selfless
but who knew what he thought
and what of her, letting herself fall in love
with the one whose passions ran deep
but cold, after knowing what the other
could be, was, briefly, that kind of passion
couldn't come with reason, and brandon
was nothing if not reasonable—two men
one woman, no one one wins, each
dreams and wakes, dreams and wakes
Poetry by one trick pony
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