Sunday, June 8, 2008


I remember him dark. Or sometimes I remember it darkly. Yes, he was dark. He still is except that it is not easy to think of him as still existing, and everywhere my gaze turns he isn’t there.

I was in love once.
When you are in love no single metaphor is enough.
And you remember the night you slept with him when you were not in love and neither was he, a long time ago.

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