Hulk

Sitting here thinking about the time - so long ago now - that first time you came to visit. I couldn't believe it was actually happening, let alone that I was your sole designated attendee at that train station that one summer afternoon. Time is fickle like that.

You had your reasons for visiting, which I didn't really find out until the end and after your visit.

You came to me one-half of a puzzle. The other half in the wings. To say that you had come for me to see you on your big jet plane would be a misconception. Again, it was to your beat. Your drum. Not we. Not us. Just you. But you had someone already waiting in the wings.

I am hurt and upset at the fact that we don't talk. We never really talked since that other time. It was more "surface" than deep conversations like before. When I thought you were hearing me during our walk in the promenade, you heard nothing at all. I asked for slow and I got something other and that hurt.

Feeling betrayed, battered and bruised, I had no power left in me. And like I had foretold, woman and cradle followed a short while after. I don't understand what went wrong. I don't understand how we got so far off course. I don't know.

But with all the battered sound reverberating off the battered walls, I will myself to be happy for your found happiness. Quickly and steadfastly, you moved on. You didn't honour the time asked and moved on leaving me behind. Surprised ... no. But the time it took ... yes.

I hurt. I bleed. But smile through the pain.

Jealous.

I shouldn't be but I am. You created a monster.