She thought men were saviors...
...And she looked for more in them
Than what they were...
Only to rescue herself
From those she wished
Would rescue her...
And isn't that the most tragic lie...
The lie...
Where we tell what we wished were true
And believe it...?
She had an artificial memory
A prothesis to a past that never was...
She was like a party
That no one ever went to...
Like a cure...
Without a disease...
And isn't that the greatest fear of all...
To be ready with the answers
...To questions that no one asks anymore...?
(poem from a Merrit Malloy collection; "Things I Meant To Say To You When We Were Old")
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What a poignant verse....I was touched by it.
Thank you.
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