He has given himself to aftermath,
wading through vagaries of love

 

making ornaments of women
because she would not have him.

 

In dream he brings them to her
and even those she does not take.

 

So he breaks them all,
sweeps the pieces of woman into a novel.

 

Into a version of her
that cannot leave him.

 

He reads his words to his editor
as if they are her words to him.

 

Every nod from him
is a memory of her expunged.

                                                                       Found from IMDb reviews for the Wong Kar Wai film 2046

 

 

                                                                                                         ~David Wong

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