Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Love IIIa

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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