The Strange

The strange If I knew you loved me, I would have killed you. A sentence that makes no sense keep swirling around my head. William Burrough could have said that perhaps he has. I met a woman, not the first, and fell in love. She was and could be my soulmate with her I felt at ease not straining to be entertaining. Dragged into a black vortex of love, it could only end in hurts. I cut loose and had many sleepless nights. I met another woman who was not a soulmate who needed a place to stay near where she worked. That was a long time ago, we are now two lost souls comforting each other in the midnight hours.