Shock

Sequel to The Meeting". ©3/28/94

my love for you has not died:
	where it went, i'm not sure
deep in my heart where pain lives, perhaps
	or maybe encased in the ice of my soul.

the words you spoke rang true:
	i believed in them as surely as i did you
they're stored in the computer of my mind
	and even if i could, i would never forget.

what we shared all those years ago was precious
	a fragile crystal meant to be cherished
nurtured, as july roses after june storms,
	but it was shattered like lightning on a tree by your actions.

i'm not saying i wasn't blameless:
	like every eighteen year old, i knew what i was doing
when i teased and flirted and purposely made you jealous
	but you chose to test my loyalty to you in ways i still can't comprehend.

i once wished you would only open your eyes and see
	the love i had for you was pure and innocent and näive
and you crushed it like a pepsi can in your bare hands
	and laughed in my face when i dared to cry about it.

you cannot now ask for what we had then:
	the love i felt for you is how i feel now for him
and seeing you today tore open memories
	as carelessly as a river floods a stream.

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