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.