I waited; knowing Monster talk
And merely watching me suffer
Would never be enough.
He was getting bored.
Excited; hungered for the physical.
Always, my mind was on him.
Where was he?
What was he doing?
When would it change?
It had become difficult discerning
My intuition from paranoia.
I stopped going to most places.
I was ready; keys clenched tightly in fist;
Something more explosive in my purse.
I could disable him.
Or not.
I knew what he wanted.
I just didn't know
When he was going to take it.
'When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
The color of his eyes'
~Bergman, Legrand
