OBSSESSION
For Himura
You have ruined me.
How can anyone compete with your careless beauty?
How can any man match your graceful manner?
You're so beautiful, so irreplaceable, oh so unreal.
You are not real.
You never lived in the past.
You've never lived in the present.
You are not of flesh and bone…you are made from parchment and dreams.
I dream of you, you haunt me so.
I ask you to go away, return, leave, come back.
I ask the impossible: that you live.
I ask to be freed from your constant presence.
Present in my mind, absent in my life.
Go away.
Please stay.
Go away.
3:45 a.m. EST
11 November 2002