years years after the fact he had photographs of their love up
all he could think was how good they might
have been those latter years if the pictures had been up visible to remind them day-by-day exactly from where
they had come how they persevered endured fought how they persisted and succeeded
defying the odds
visually
what wonderful reminders
he rememberedhis memory was longer than hers she attacked himaccused him of remembering lying
Baby please dont be bitter that I can remember Im only trying to share with youremind you of
what we hadwhat struggles we had how we
succeed
My intent isnt to
beat you upslight you
Maybe it’s not your intention, but
that’s how I feel, how you make me feel. You make me feel less than you, and you tout it like a cock
crowing at dawn.
Youre misunderstanding my
intentions
No. I understand perfectly what your
intention are; I’m damaged, you’re not.
Is that what you believe in your heart
In your heart? You’re a pig. You flaunt
your health in my face, flaunt it as you walk down the street, the women whose
heads you tur . .
. . Who I
dont no . .
. . WHO I NOTICE.
I dont
Well, that makes you the ignorant
one, doesn’t it. she
was picking at him he despised ignorance
Not noticing people behind my
back doesnt make me ignorant
You ought to turn around once in a
while, instead you walk forward . . as if you were, are, impervious, above it
all.
What happens at my back Im unable to do anything about What is before meyoure before me is my only concern
Nice. Tell you what. You needn’t
be concerned. I’m out of your hands, and
there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m beyond you.
he wished he had put their earlier
pictures up
so she would have evidence evidence that she minimised talked herself out of their past was past and therefore unreal
Look he could have said Remember
unfortunately her state would dictate
that she had no memory
that they were phony because he
was a phony he was manipulative
he was just trying to live a
normal life
trying to be an example
to their girls trying to gently quietly ameliorate
her violent hurtful words
reminding their girls after the storms their mother reconsidered then always always said she was wrongI WAS WRONG and humbly asked
for their forgiveness
they were teenagers
he was an adult a shabby thing to have over them but more
experienced not
experienced with deep depression but more experienced with love
and loving who their mother was at her
core who he fell in love with and who he wasnt going to let go
1659, Monday,
7 9. 20
1332, Twosday,
8 9. 20
