94 John

Weeks have passed since last words.

Silnce. Only you ran away from me once.

Otherwise you are a formless memory,

A matter of impulses, not human – just nerves.

Because you treated me unhumanly.

Knowingly, you hurt me repeatedly.

The aches of pain have passed

Though the memories seem to be surreal.

I am over you, that is true.

I feel no desire to mend the past.

The future is bright, another man will come.

When? I don’t know.

But 86 John, you made me so angry and sad.

I’ll never forget that.

But maybe I will forgive.

In time.