Dec 04, 2005 21:09
Do watch your step- we wouldn't want those delicate feet to tear. We're walking on broken glass. This
road is miles long- I hope you brought your running shoes. You never once complained. But I know you
better than that. Perhaps if you would just, for once, say what you were thinking.. You'd get what you
want. It was always one-sided, wasn't it? I often wonder where my head was. 365 days well wasted, I
suppose. It was more or less a game. To see who could fool themselves into believing they were happy
first. You won. In the end, I forfeited. Collected my $200, &passed go. These books scattered along the
tables, trying desperately to find some sort of logic amongst the chaos. There is, of course, none to be
found. But the ghosts of our happier moments will search on. Do you remember when you told me all the
things you did? ...You lied.