you do not know about the letter I wrote to you but
never sent
for it was too insecure, too pitiful and lonely and I
never wished you to see such a sad side of my sinister
self so filled with wounded intent
I could never let you bear witness to my brave emotions
as they become hardened like slabs of rain washed
cement
nor the much too quick spiral of despair my heart was
forced to take in the rigid descent
it was never really you or your infidelity's fault that our said
relationship soured at such an untimely point in the map of
current events
it was the harsher side of reality which her callous
involvement represents
the time and effort put into the story
the two of you made up for my benefit
forced me to rethink, examine and re evaluate the
situation at hand
with nary a single suspicion or even small helpful hint
and what about her?
the woman you mentioned repeatedly who never called
I never could figure out why the ice in your over fished veins
warmed up to others but for me they never
once unthawed
when I finally saw you with her my skin nearly got up
and crawled
I hated myself then for being so ignorant that by you I was
still so positively enthralled
but now we're over
what's done is undeniably done
now here stands two where I used to believe stood one
we finally wised up and forwent the travesty of
touch me, touch me not in favor of a more lucrative
game
one that involves all the elements necessary for an
end result of true happiness
but the names just aren't the same.............
( written March 30, 1992 pm)