I stopped loving you last spring
When you told me about
The time my eyes made you
Wince
As if my causing you pain
Was the first step in our
12 step program
Of lust and love

Even as fall hints the air
I imagine you holding my wrists
Breaking my name with your skin
I can never hide my rough edges from you

Frankly, I did give a damn
When you told me that you loved me
And I could do nothing but dream
I wanted your spirituality
Your remorse
Your arches and eyebrows
And I continue to imagine our bodies
Tied together with cellophane
And it lets me imagine
That I could love you some more.

07/27/2003

Author's Note: **Sometimes I wish I could really feel this way about another human being.**

Posted on 07/28/2003
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