it cannot be said that
I did not try
with all of my patience, understanding
and all of my heart
but as much as I could only see the present
and dream the possibilities in our future
you could not trust or
learn to see that
I was not your past…
so now that is all that I am.
Loving that one of the main characters in a story that I am reading, written by Richard Brautigan in 1966, is still strong and alive.
It is a library, and though dressed in different clothes and given much more charm for the sake of the story, the ghost of what it never was is still echoing in the walls for those who know.