I don't want this.
I don't want your authority or your money or your scene. I want your friendship.
And you? You, Doctor, who is thousands of miles away? You? I want you. We had a shelf life and now we're honest but it's honesty that I don't know, that I've never had, and probably it's because you're far away and we had a shelf life -and because it's tortured. But maybe it's also serving the purpose of telling me, of letting me know: I shouldn't have to tell myself.
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