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do you really despise me for my every breath drawn

am I truly so very repugnant that my presence can

not even be let on

in your chilly eyes I have somehow lost before I was

even permitted to try

and if so, you must answer me must this one question

then why?

just for one, small, individualized moment I'd like

to believe that I really do matter

at least before the first actual stone gets thrown

needlessly into this mirror we once named marriage

leaving it to crash and then shatter

then where would we each be

left alone without that old, faithful couple we once

so lovingly called you and me

slippery petals of divine truth drops from the vine

dead upon thoughts once before only seen previously

as so very pale

their almost obvious contempt mocks me beneath the

shroud I wear in public wherever I go like some sort of

vacuous veil

even now as cold as I feel I still truly do believe

that there are some truths so horrible that they need

not ever be spoken of

for if they can not fester nor physically scar one's

flesh who can say which was and was not love

I hear my own voice now clearly as I repeat these words

out loud

I've done nothing to be ashamed of

I only loved you

and for myself not only do I just stand up

but I stand up so very proud..............

( written Feb.10, 1993 am)