Deeper and deeper the cuts seem to be:
through action or stasis, you still affect me.
I run from your contact, yet long for your kiss;
I shun profferred friendship, though you I still miss.
I ache for the day that your memory fades
but soon as it falters, a new thought invades.
I think that I'm better, I get on with life,
then some small reminder turns placid to strife.
You've moved on to others; I've tried to as well,
but dreams of you contstantly put me in hell.
I know that the Lord's plan's the best, by and by,
but still my heart questions, and wants to know why;
Because I did love you, and, despite my will
to alter or sunder it, I love you still.

01/10/2004