although I do not love you
you mean the world to me
how is this even remotely
possible I ask myself, it
must be so as we pass each
other now strangers in this
abyss. I've written of constants
is that what you are to me
a constant - something I can
revolve around with no need
of thought like air or badly
needed food. like blood that
is not compatible. yes it is
like blood - to see it makes
us squirm, even if it is our
own
