patience ascended.
"you'll need it" she said
"to mend aheart asunder."
"mend" i said. "not him.
wounds aren't covered in
fatuation and months."
"you wish him to pine?
you leave him to dogs?
you will expose him to wind
and subject him to cold?"
"no patience i still need you
around. but for mending no
he knows to heal he helps
himself. to feel, i wish
us to be by ourselves."
"darling" she mused "you
are honest and sad. some
things aren't easy. why
add an obstacle?" "i am
serious" i said "when i
said, when i sent him."
Monday, June 21, 2010
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