enemies - that is what i
and my beloved are - each
day passes, the seasons
freeze - and it all comes
down to this: his theory
of me was wrong: fundamentally incorrect
my theory was false: like swiss cheese
if i gave he would love me: wrong
if i became what he wanted: wrong
if i wore my hair down, hid my glasses
wore only his favorite scent: all this was
false: had i shown him who i was our
eternity may have been glorious yet i
shudder at my escape: i may have lost
my ability to ever be this me: the one
thing we did right was sit under that tree
that was poetry and the moment we had
