is it me?
i wondered ,
with every step i take with you.
this decision,
i must confess,
i made it long ago.
so long that little is left,
humph, not even regret.
i laugh a little
at the thought
that i'll be free this hour later,
after all the nights
i probed my mind for an answer.
and i finally found one,
an inevitable one,
one sparked off by misery :
no need to be bothered
by my uneasiness,
my feelings,
my guilt.
i just cant help beaming
at the thought that,
we'll soon break up.

Week of 15/3/99