A Woman I Should Like

Once They Were Librarians, But That Is A Subject They Will Only Discuss If Heavily Intoxicated.

I Suppose There Will Never Be A Lack Of Things To Say, Of Stories To Be Told And Shared.

I Have Had Affairs That Lasted Decades And Others That Lasted For Hours. I Have Loved Princesses And Peasants. And I Suppose They Loved Me, Each In Their Way.

And Then He Tells Her Stories. Myths He Learned From His Instructor. Fantasies He Created Himself, Inspired By Bits And Pieces Of Others Read In Archaic Books With Crackling Spines.

You Believe You Could Not Live With The Pain. Such Pain Is Not Lived With. It Is Only Endured. I Am Sorry.