April 29, 2004 5:16 PM
After the suicide, they spoke of you in reverent tones. Now in this status, unknown and mysterious again, you even gained reluctant respect from your once dismissive and deceptive lover. As I write, I smile (albeit ironically) savoring your kiss …and close my eyes. Isn’t that always the way, my dear? You don’t know what you’ve got – til its gone.