Lost

I

love you

like Mollie loves cuddles                 

and Minnie

loves tuna breakfasts.

Behind my veil

of anger,

lies a pounding heart

and trembling sighs

and now

we are two

not one

perhaps this

separation of souls

will allow

love to breathe

again

oh,

I

hope.

Saturday 9^th Jan 1999 10.45am