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hard to say
it was hard to say why she liked him -
maybe it was because she hadn't noticed
the bleakness that was sometimes in his eyes,
the occasional bitter edge to his words,
the hints of wrinkles worrying their way into his face.
maybe she hadn't caught how
self-absorbed he could be,
how oblivious to the wants and needs of others
he was when he started sinking.
perhaps she hadn't noticed that either.
there was the sharpness in his voice that he tried to hide,
the questionable tone of his physique,
the lack of vocational success -
these, too, must have eluded her.
maybe it was because she hadn't noticed
the bleakness that was sometimes in his eyes,
the occasional bitter edge to his words,
the hints of wrinkles worrying their way into his face.
maybe she hadn't caught how
self-absorbed he could be,
how oblivious to the wants and needs of others
he was when he started sinking.
perhaps she hadn't noticed that either.
there was the sharpness in his voice that he tried to hide,
the questionable tone of his physique,
the lack of vocational success -
these, too, must have eluded her.
| there were so many men who were smarter, more successful, more handsone - and she was a beautiful, charming woman maybe she projected onto him an idealized image of someone who could smile and laugh, who might brighten her life simply by being in it. and yet he was part of a different world, one with much less coherence, a world of environmental toxins and barren corridors, of mummified hopes and dessicated dreams. when daylight did come to him, she did so gingerly and was glad to take her leave of him at dusk. as has been mentioned, the girl was as lovely as salvation itself. it was hard to say why she liked him. |
