Does it make you happy to know
that at least one person still thinks about you?
The others do, too, but not in the same way.
How could they?

I understand better than anyone
why you did what you did.
I know that the whole note blaming my mother
was just a front, a half-truth.
I went through your computer,
I found your hidden files -
the seven-page love notes you never sent.
I know whose face you pasted
over other women's naked bodies.
And yes, I even kept your secret -
a single keystroke, and your private passion
was erased from memory, from existence.

A part of me wonders if you're laughing right now,
laughing at how everything
worked out just like you wanted.

A part of me wonders if addressing you as 'you'
even has meaning anymore.

A part of me wonders if you are burning.

06/12/2005

Author's Note: "Dicter merch Aeth" is Welsh, and means "Anger, daughter of Pain."

Posted on 06/12/2005
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