LXXX

'Stranger than fiction'

I once saw my dad hit a man on a zebra crossing. Right there in the daylight. Not with his fist, with his bonnet. My dad hit him and I saw because I was in the Mazda too. The Mazda with the bonnet that hit the man on the zebra crossing. I saw him hit him because I was in the Mazda with the bonnet. Does that mean I hit him too? Right there in the daylight.

XXVIII

Have you ever lost someone? Have you ever lost someone that you loved. How did you lose them, and did they stay lost or did the losing fix itself. Or did you fix it. Or did they.

Have you ever lost someone in more ways than one – physically, emotionally, mentally… they were lost. Does the loss compound across the different levels of consciousness? Or is it just the one thing. Loss. Does anybody know.

I lost someone once. I lost someone I loved. And I didn’t lose him to another woman, or to a new set of ideas, or to a dream or a lifestyle, or another place. It wasnt mentally or emotionally.

I lost him in the truest sense of the word. I lost him and there was nothing I could do about it. I lost him without the slightest trace of warning. Oh, the universe doesn’t often warn the soon-harbourerers of sorrow.

I lost him in the blink of an eye.

I lost my love. He was taken from me. And every day I miss him.

I lost my love.

And the one who took him, was you.

(Woman writing a letter to the drunk driver that killed her love)