Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, September 19, 2000

I hate this separation. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I hate hanging on for every word that slips from his fingers through the wires to my screen. I hate analysing every nuance or imagined nuance of his speech. I hate it when he uses some words, and leaves others out, conspicuous by their absence, and I wonder if it's all over. I hate being this fragile. I hate wondering. I hate the fact that he'll think this is a problem and maybe it is and I just can't see it. I hate the urge to cry. And yes, ever so briefly, I hate him for his part in this. And then I hate myself for that thought.

Then I get over it.

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