“Why do you hate me when you have me?”
I met you when I was young and naive, less knowing of the world. I was willing to endure the manipulation and the decries of lack of masculinity because to me, you were everything. Without you, of course, I am nothing. I should be so honored to be with you.
Of course, the years pass and the strength builds. Revetments against the tidal waves that hit the bank shores. Blind passion is given sight. I realize that there was nothing but pain in all of this relationship with you. Torrential and misguided is what this cascading rain was. Drowned the soil and killed off its living trees and crops.
Terra nullius. Terra nova.
So many campaigns overseas to be away from you and this past. Past of incorrigible love that nearly destroyed what I could have been. Can’t take any more women because one is enough. How pathetic. This is how you left me. It still presses and weighs upon me – Yeats’ stone heart.