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an unoriginal thought has passed from my mind

to this quite clean sheet

it makes the term trite seem almost obsolete

I close my eyes and find a warm, safe, well worn

and favorite thought

in prettily poignant painted past memories

I am so sweetly caught

when closely examined

I find my meager morality where you are concerned

standing bravely in the face of the past

the fatal reality of this truth is furious

forbidding and fast

a fine time it was to be had so merrily by all

yet now you with her across the room and

I with him so handsome against this patterned wall

makes these observations of how things used to be

much too hard to fully recall

you must wonder why tonight of all nights we're

simultaneously here

don't you remember it would have been our third

anniversary from the night we first met my dear

how might this saddest of situations to you appear

I surely can't be expected to say

because even now my mind is not completely clear

I am afraid tonight to look directly into and read

deep into your most interested and watchful eyes

my fear may be wise

I may find the very worst

a hatred even you can't disguise

please forgive me

for such thoughts of hateful profanity

I am envious and jealous of her

and the happily painful memories that seeing the two of you together stir

remember the cold day you said you would clothe me cap to shoe in silk and fur

I still remember your morning maleness so captivating

within it's lure

from your mid morning shower you would forth come

how terribly off key in the shower you sung

oh and the many times your embarrassing outrageous

neck I could have so cheerfully wrung

stop watching me now so fascinated and confused

so I can let this poetic song playing in my head

be done

for you see

we both have much too much to lose.........

(written Jan23,1991)