THE LETTER I WROTE BUT NEVER SENT

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JOURNAL #6

you do not know about the letter I wrote to you but

never sent

for it was too insecure, too pitiful and lonely and I

never wished you to see such a sad side of my sinister

self so filled with wounded intent

I could never let you bear witness to my brave emotions

as they become hardened like slabs of rain washed

cement

nor the much too quick spiral of despair my heart was

forced to take in the rigid descent

it was never really you or your infidelity's fault that our said

relationship soured at such an untimely point in the map of

current events

it was the harsher side of reality which her callous

involvement represents

the time and effort put into the story

the two of you made up for my benefit

forced me to rethink, examine and re evaluate the

situation at hand

with nary a single suspicion or even small helpful hint

and what about her?

the woman you mentioned repeatedly who never called

I never could figure out why the ice in your over fished veins

warmed up to others but for me they never

once unthawed

when I finally saw you with her my skin nearly got up

and crawled

I hated myself then for being so ignorant that by you I was

still so positively enthralled

but now we're over

what's done is undeniably done

now here stands two where I used to believe stood one

we finally wised up and forwent the travesty of

touch me, touch me not in favor of a more lucrative

game

one that involves all the elements necessary for an

end result of true happiness

but the names just aren't the same.............

( written March 30, 1992 pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a very painful break up.

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