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I truly loved this man, 

whom I never truly understood.

He would show up one day

and leave the next 

Sometimes not staying the night.

He'd be gone with a flash,

not even staying for goodbyes. 



"This was always how he'd been," they'd say . . .

This was also how he died. 


I loved him dearly, 

but I was afraid

Of what they said he'd done.

"The way he acts just isn't right."

A man almost lost his wife.

She never understood this man.

His honor brave and sure. 


"This was always how he'd been," they'd say . . .

This was also how he died. 


I still regret it to this day:

He held his hand for me to take,

I just walked alone . . . 

too afraid . . . 

of what they would think . . . 

. . . of what she would think.

I wanted to take his hand 

ever since that day . . .   


"This was always how he'd been," they'd say . . .

This was also how he died. 



-Elizabeth Aya Mason
July 21, 1998
23:57