Bill Costley

To carolin

Every memory rips my heart to ribbons
of pulsating flesh, even the smallest:
like when you showed me a novel that
you thought might matter to me, because
I'd left my wife & children for you, but
somehow I missed that point entirely:
Martin Flavin's MR. LITTLEJOHN says
"Why do something if it isn't fun?" I
wasn't able to see any fun in what I did;
the fun was only beginning, due to you.
You only recently finally told me that:
"You were carefully chosen." Now it's
obvious you carefully chose me, then.
I didn't understand it, then. Now I do.

(21 JAN 07 7:13pm PDT, Santa Clara CA)