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By spaceman Date: 2002 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.04.16.59.8177]] |
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She was once the love in my life, of my life I lived weeks and months hoping she'd be my wife. I pictured her in the pure white dress a veil over her blushing face. I imagined her swollen with my child her curls a cascade over her shoulders. I wanted her to be there when I failed and succeeded to lift her up when she soared to catch her if she fell. She was every boyhood dream and fantasy, wrapped in human flesh and I never wanted to let go. It so happens that she is now engaged to the friend of a friend and in passing I heard her remark that I was just a fling, a stage, a phase, something she had to get out of her system and in the space of those interminable words my time with her was diminished. |