11.17.1999

I thought that message was meant for me — words of kindness and forgiveness amidst the chaos of my life. You were my one, my only, and though time has long since erased me from your memory, I will always remain yours. — No, not that dangerous psychopath too easily cowed, but the gentleman who walked you home at night when no one else believed we existed. I am no longer the sainted poet, crucified on words of steel, nor the melodramatic syncophant who never learned to harmonize against a supposed happiness. Now I am merely a man awaiting judgment from the past that remains unforgotten.

I forgave you, though never myself.