i don't miss what we had...
i miss what i thought we had
i don't miss you...
i miss who I thought you were
my reminiscing is not my grieving your loss...
it is my persistent attempt to figure out
where,
when,
how
and why you deceived me
my writing about our time together is not
leftover loving...
it is my vow to myself
never to fall prey
to
Illusions
again
ŠL. A. Hutcherson 1999
