dolorous interludes.

And so it is.

just like you said it would be- wrenching my hand from yours will always be torture; i soon learn how any argument about the impossiblity of a chance at the return form is like convincing a child afraid of the dark the true nature of shadows.

Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
until i-

i don't even want to go there. not just yet.

-

And so i reopened an old book that i once recommended to you not so long ago, memories that i now have to try to put aside because to remember is to feel once more a mortal explosion in my heart. I flipped the yellowed pages, and i found this,

each time they tried to resolve the conflict they only inflamed their feelings even more... (this) gave them the opportunity to evoke many other trivial quarrels from many other dim and turbulent dawns. resentments stirred up other resentments, reopened old scars, turned them into fresh wounds, and both were dismayed at the desolating proof that in so many (months) of conjugal battling they had done little more than nuture their rancor.

that made me smile, very slightly.

posted by voyeur @ 8/03/2005 02:23:00 AM