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By Galadrial Date: 2002 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.28.04.12.11438]] |
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Your timimg is remarkable, I give you that, waiting until I am mostly numb, then asking me what I feel, and even as i open my mouth I am trying to feel something more than cotton batting where my heart used to beat steady and true. Do I love you. My God. You need more than a shell, a hollow gourd, and it is everything I can do not to scream in your face that you should have thought of that BEFORE you gutted my heart, You say you tried, and mutter about ingratitude. I think the Brits would call that colassal cheek, and you make it sound like something I picked, when for years I begged not to be kept at arms length. NOW you feel the cold, NOW you feel rejected, ignored, simply nonesstential personnel wondering if the next pink slip will have your name on it. Now the playing field is level, and there is no hope left in your eyes, but you ask me these questions after midnight, and never think to wonder why you saved them til after the witching hour of my soul. |