September 19, 2004 (12:47 am)
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The Man I Love
"Once upon a time... I saw your face and I smiled."
The man I love is dead.
The man I love was always dead.
He lived a million different lives with a million different faces meeting a million different people.
Every day, every lifetime.
I knew him, but it wasn't enough.
And he knew me too, that much I'm sure.
He used to sit there across from me, I still have the bowl.
I sang to him.
Took him in and dressed his wounds.
He'd listen.
He watches me, I can feel it.
He doesn't say much, but when he does, he makes sure to get to the point.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn't.
He's changed, somehow.
He'll return to the place where it all started.
He's just waiting.
And so am I.
Because the man I love.
I killed him.
And one rainy day, he'll kill me too.