Dear--

I don't now.

I didn't ever.

I never will.

I can't remember.

I don't recall.

Nevermind.

Who are you.

What are you.

I don't recall.

I can' remember.

Love.

I never will.

I didn't ever.

I don't now.

But I don't lie either...

---

Dear--

Blue.

Blondish.

Pink.

Pale.

Gorgeous.

Made me melt.

Made me fall.

---

Dear--

Getting less sketchy.

Giving more details.

Loving it all.

And hating it all.

Love the times.

Love the eyes.

Love the moment.

Hate the moment.

When I said good bye.

Hate the eyes

that told me, "No."

Hate the times

where we were alone.

I hate you.

I hate me.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

But do you love me.

---

Dear--

Now it's a story.

Unfolding.

Holidays ring a bell?

Maybe?

I hope so.

It was as much

your day

as it was mine.

Never mind

you already

had it.

You didn't

have it

with me.

It was different?

Better?

The start?

The end?

---

Dear--

Once upon a time

there was a girl.

She was in love

with you.

She gave

herself over.

She married you.

She stole you.

You stole her.

She looked

into your eyes.

Melted for days.

Breathless for weeks.

A heap of mush

on the floor

of her bedroom

with your name

written over

her notebook

over and over.

--

Mrs. L--

-- and Ashley

Forever.

---

Dear--

What is forever?

Is it time?

I don't think so.

I think forever is a lie.

An unprobable promise.

A word for lovers

and the blind.

So what am I?

Because I used it.

I said I'd love you forever.

Is love a lie?

I said I'd be

with you forever.

Are we a lie?

Are we lovers?

Or am I blind?