PERSPECTIVES

I wonder if they ever remember me...fondly. I'm sure SHE cringes at the thought of me (which is understandable) and I'll bet HER memories of me are sweet, then cruel.

But what about the others?

Am I still loved, wanted and/or desired? They're pieces of me and I can never get rid of them or let them go. And I like it that way. Because I loved them all at one point in my/our sordid little lives.

And in some ways, I still do...