I wish you had died.
I don’t will you any ill but it would be easier
if some other force had stripped love from me.
Then I wouldn’t have to pass
its shadow on the street.
Then friends would still pat me on the back
and cry a little with me by the water.
Then I could keep your memory with me
without seeing your body with another.
Then I could choose to remember you
the way we were when we were happy.
I wish you had died,
Then nothing inside me could hate you,
this way that I never wanted to.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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