No longer drawing
back from an in-
commensurable fact:
My love offended, stood
in the way of an end; pride
played a part too on both
sides. and sides there were.
Gashes in the sides of each,
both offended, wounded.
No help for it
until the cancer. Then every-
thing changed; several times.
She intended to be my care-
giver. She didn’t want to be
my caregiver. She offered to
let me stay in her apartment.
She had no wish to share her
apartment with me. These last
two were the high and low of
our connection until there
was none. And then she
threatened to call the police if
I appeared on our property
(I didn’t know), while she
was visiting me in hospital
to comfort and encourage me.
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