1055 hrs March 15th 2005

The last nail

been hammered

into the coffin

of my love life.

It has been dead

for a long time,

I merely refused to see it.

Until I got ushered

to a VIP seat

at the funeral wake.

Its funny

when you lie to yourself

often enough

you start believing

your own lies.

Funnier still,

sometimes you do not weep

at death,

but only when you actually

bury the dead.

Enough of this Stockholm Syndrome.

This victim is breaking loose

and running free.

Like I said

months ago,

the happiest times

are when

we never really needed

to try.

Boy, did we try