Denial

[Achebe]

I don’t think of you much.
Just moments like this, when sunlight
spreads fingers from behind cloudbanks
to brush the grey wave-crests with gold,
I remember your touch.
 
Sometimes I glimpse your face
in a crowd of strangers. My heart leaps
and I force my way through,
pulse pounding.
It’s never you.
 
Bird chorus, from their nests
at dusk, remind me of your music.
Now I can’t sing, or laugh, or sometimes
even breathe. I don’t remember you often.
Just every day, it seems.
 

Wait....this is on "For Fun", ist ed a parody. It is a funny parody, but deserves rebuttal.
If it is NOT a parody, then it's somewhat heavy handed, and a deviation from JM's usual style. But it's in "For Fun", so....