Posted by Jai Narayan on August 29, 2004, at 22:14:19
Okay I was married at the tender age of 22 and that marriage lasted for only a few years with a traumatic break in the middle.
Well life did deal a "make it or break it" hand.
I was bluffing but went for broke.
I didn't fold my hand till I was spent.
I ended my thirst for love when the love of my life professed I was crazy.
Oh joy.
I exited and fled back to my husband.
He seemed to be a safe harbor.
Well now this man is dead.
I can't really make sense of this.
My memories keep going and the stories still are alive.
We had a dog, a camero, a house with a bath tub full of foul weed, we had a life that was filled with distraction. Distraction from my saddenss. I had loved and lost. My fall back was this man I had married. I am ashamed. I could have been more.
He's gone now. He's gone.
I am still here on this planet of joy, sorrow, angst and love. I am still alive.
He has gone.
poster:Jai Narayan
thread:383889
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