September 19th, 2006


Dear You,

You are nothing but the disease in all of us. Dis-ease.
The uncomfortable, the unwanted, the hard to let go of.
You are this, this is you. Disease, maybe the plague!
I am glad to be rid of you, but yet still, reminded of
the way you left me feeling. Euphoric and happy, yet
drained and somehow empty inside.
Yes, you are a disease. Loving you, made a mockery of me.