I love you
I miss you
I’ll never get the chance
to know you
Please come to me now,
if there is a way
I wish I had known
I would have helped you
I would have cared for you
(I do care for you)
I would have left my family,
my life
(it is no life without you)
I love you so much
I don’t care if you’re straight,
gay, neither (both?)
It didn’t have to be physical
(I just wanted you)
It’s been 25 years
The longest romantic relationship
of my life
No one can tell me
It never was
As promised, THE WORDS!!! So far, I’ve only gone through my poetry files, and this is the oldest poem I’ve found. It’s no surprise this one is about Roddy McDowall (I wasn’t kidding about that Muse stuff!), written the month he died in October, 1998. I had a VERY difficult and lonely time dealing with his death, so writing, as usual, was my best therapy. Some have called me “maladjusted,” but if it IS maladjustment, it is MY maladjustment.