if i meant nothing to you the w indows are not my friends and the wind hits me my response i s always 'ow! so who was i to begin with? broken, disgusted with this man made tragedy c alled * l i f e * and who was i to begin with? holden caulfield or dead, perhaps, or said as you s peak of me in past tense and i speak of you with tenseness of the neuron you are always smi ling in my mind and you are al ways smiling for someone else a nd you never cry for me and as y ou fade in the physical you becom e the ghost inside of me haunting every waking moment and dream s. and dreams, for godsakes, drea ms. i was never your other half bu t you were mine - and i am looking o utwards for solutions because the insi de has been lampooned scorched eart h history no longer eats me alive, you are not dead - but you are not alive i nside my head - you simply gaze and smile and i know that smile is not for me - he thrusts his throbbing **** ba ck inside and you forget me with ever y heaving breath and every successful ****** - i map the categories of a boo kstore and the crevasses of my mind on ly to find you with every corner turned and every door i open.